Rock Werchter Festival, Belgium 2008:
- seeing Sigur Rós look so surreal in live concert. with feathers behind
their ears. splendid costumes. and cannons shooting confetti in the air.
Icelandic sagas sung full of hope and longing. yearning and desire.
-
Beth Ditto giving it her all to the adoring crowd. The Gossip are punk
rock feminism personified. She was cracking hilarious jokes. seeming so
at ease and so at home on the microphone.
- Nick Cave in his
Grinderman side project persona. backed by scary bearded fuckers rocking
out on instrumentals and breaking violins. frightening onlookers with
his clever bombastic vernacular. not for the faint of heart. singing "No
Pussy Blues" indeed!! That dude scares me and fascinates me at the same
time. can't wait to see him with the Bad Seeds.
- My Morning
Jacket jamming out in all their glorious audio beautiful reverb. Jim
James does what he does best. sing everyone's hearts into gorgeous
oblivion was dreaming out loud and in color. i love this band. and i
understand why everyone else hates them. but they can't deduce why My
Morning Jacket brings me such JOY.
- The National bringing it
home to an amazing & appreciative crowd and the feeling of being
alive again finally came over me. like honey and sweet milk. i was glad
to be out of Korea for once. i can't believe they sucked so hard live in
Cambridge. and yet there i was dumbstruck of how GREAT Matt Berninger
voice actually sounded. needless to say i was finally converted.
-
R.E.M. onstage indulging us in sonic nostalgia and stimuli for moist
eyes. Michael Stipe leading us to believe that music meant something
again. Mike Mills and Peter Buck smiling at everyone in the crowd made
me glad that their latest album is a true return to form at last.
-
seeing Neil Young live with old friends as he YANKED out his guitar
strings one by one, then proceeded to SNAP off the whammy bar off his
guitar COMPLETELY and then GRIND the fretboard of the abused guitar
against his amplifier SONIC YOUTH-style.......FUCKING AWESOME....
what a living legend..!!
-
Radiohead reminding me why i fell in love with them in first place as
they roared with a triumphant headlining slot. the new songs sound great
live. Johnny Greenwood murdering everyone not SO softly with his
brilliant guitarwork. Thom Yorke dancing like an elf electrocuted but in
an endearing and heartfelt manner. eyes closed. mouths agape. great
fucking live show.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
..for all long to fall for one.
***************************************
"it was all a dream. i used to read Word Up! Magazine...."
- C. Wallace
In dreams i'll be in a glass submarine somewhere near the beaches of Brooklyn. stardust memories and all. i still remember Reykjavík. clear daylight at midnight only in Iceland. on my way to Copenhagen to see Mike McCready with his Gibson Flying V guitar. with glow-in-the-dark stickers.
In Denmark, Danny Weste and i drank our fill of beer and Bob Dylan songs that night. saying absurd things to ourselves such as that:
"... only Danish high school girls have the best eyes..."
yet there they were!
young nubile Nordic beauties prancing & dancing around
with white Royal Danish Navy caps
perched jauntily on their lovely heads.
laughing and drinking without a care in the world.
These girls with glasses of beer
in their hands
were recent school graduates.
Yuri explained that it was
traditional Danish high school custom
to bestow those white caps
with the red bands & black bills...
oh those drunken memories...i still have the pictures to prove it
actually all happened....
*****************************
"it was all a dream. i used to read Word Up! Magazine...."
- C. Wallace
In dreams i'll be in a glass submarine somewhere near the beaches of Brooklyn. stardust memories and all. i still remember Reykjavík. clear daylight at midnight only in Iceland. on my way to Copenhagen to see Mike McCready with his Gibson Flying V guitar. with glow-in-the-dark stickers.
In Denmark, Danny Weste and i drank our fill of beer and Bob Dylan songs that night. saying absurd things to ourselves such as that:
"... only Danish high school girls have the best eyes..."
yet there they were!
young nubile Nordic beauties prancing & dancing around
with white Royal Danish Navy caps
perched jauntily on their lovely heads.
laughing and drinking without a care in the world.
These girls with glasses of beer
in their hands
were recent school graduates.
Yuri explained that it was
traditional Danish high school custom
to bestow those white caps
with the red bands & black bills...
oh those drunken memories...i still have the pictures to prove it
actually all happened....
*****************************
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
"...if i am falling down..with desire."
O these sleepless nights!
eyes unclosed.
Massachusetts is my mistress.
i can never be far away from her for long.
the whispering sea beckoning to me.
night-time shoreline filled
in with inky black backdrop.
the stuff of dreamscape.
sailor's stars painted in the sky.
and i wide-eyed wandering
along on foot.
yet sometimes i wish
the silence would swallow me whole.
billowing night sky opens its cavernous mouth.
i climb inside
...and wonder out loud with the wind rushing in through my eyes.
****************************************
eyes open.
his fears are are forgotten to others.
his intentions woefully misunderstood.
he will press on
eyes unclosed.
Massachusetts is my mistress.
i can never be far away from her for long.
the whispering sea beckoning to me.
night-time shoreline filled
in with inky black backdrop.
the stuff of dreamscape.
sailor's stars painted in the sky.
and i wide-eyed wandering
along on foot.
yet sometimes i wish
the silence would swallow me whole.
billowing night sky opens its cavernous mouth.
i climb inside
...and wonder out loud with the wind rushing in through my eyes.
****************************************
eyes open.
his fears are are forgotten to others.
his intentions woefully misunderstood.
he will press on
Monday, April 21, 2008
"Lets forget when forget what forget how...Let's pretend we don't exist...let's pretend...."
Been thinking about returning to my beloved Brooklyn for the annual
Mermaid Parade @ Coney Island this summer. Almost moved there last year
into some art loft if only Christina had managed to talk me into
it...but i was so wasted after that weird-ass hipster party in
Williamsburg that i couldn't think straight...dancing among the
drug-addled scenesters in an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn...i stuck
to drinking Stella Artois..nothing up my nose for me thanks or up my arm
either for that matter...plus i was too wired from that killer Sonic
Youth show @ McCarren Pool earlier that day....sold-out show got in due
to another fan re-selling me his extra ticket...best natural high
ever...Thurston Moore slayed the shit out of that guitar....The Slits
opened up for them. Yael Korat and i were bouncing around like
group-home kids hopped up on Adderall..!
Monday, March 17, 2008
"I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do....
Pints of black gold, pub filled to the brim, singing songs with arms over others' shoulders, the memories almost seem dim....
i clink glasses of Guinness with newfound friends
only to have the pint glass crack apart
like an Easter egg.
There was no malice involved, but staring at it in an inebriated state
it served to remind me that after all this time
my heart is still a broken light bulb,
the filament long gone out.....
someone just asked me tonight almost mockingly if i ever felt lonely, but the naked truth was that i feel as though i am surrounded by mediocre people
that give life that shitty sour milk smell...
the kind that you wanna throw out but it still lingers
heavily in the air regardless of how many time zones
you can cross over.
so no, i am not aching for companionship from certain individuals...but rather feeling stretched rice-paper thin and time-worn from tap-dancing for these idiots with their eggshell personality conflicts and hyper-sensitive modus operandi....
whenever i hear these chords..my eyes close and my lips open softly and silently to form these words...so goes my heart into my mouth....
and it becomes something else until the end of the tune....
until the heart i am left holding
is a jagged arrowhead of a thing
with the veins spreading out in crystal spidery threads
wondering why i am the way that i am
and that this song almost murders me thinking of Irish films, Czech women, and Cambridge, Massachusetts things...
i clink glasses of Guinness with newfound friends
only to have the pint glass crack apart
like an Easter egg.
There was no malice involved, but staring at it in an inebriated state
it served to remind me that after all this time
my heart is still a broken light bulb,
the filament long gone out.....
someone just asked me tonight almost mockingly if i ever felt lonely, but the naked truth was that i feel as though i am surrounded by mediocre people
that give life that shitty sour milk smell...
the kind that you wanna throw out but it still lingers
heavily in the air regardless of how many time zones
you can cross over.
so no, i am not aching for companionship from certain individuals...but rather feeling stretched rice-paper thin and time-worn from tap-dancing for these idiots with their eggshell personality conflicts and hyper-sensitive modus operandi....
whenever i hear these chords..my eyes close and my lips open softly and silently to form these words...so goes my heart into my mouth....
and it becomes something else until the end of the tune....
until the heart i am left holding
is a jagged arrowhead of a thing
with the veins spreading out in crystal spidery threads
wondering why i am the way that i am
and that this song almost murders me thinking of Irish films, Czech women, and Cambridge, Massachusetts things...
Monday, March 3, 2008
"..between the click of the lights...is the start of a dream.."
i opened my eyes today.
they have been shut for so long, who knows what i could have seen inside of a year in Asia?
Contract renewal , visa woes, student debt leaves me bereft without wine, woman, and song....
so i reach down inside and drink deep from where i once was.
i still remember the cold, clear taste.
sharp as the night air stinging my eyes.
i left Ori Station and two friends who were departing too recently for unfamiliar shores. i wish them well with their wedding plans and i am astonished that i knew them so briefly in the Great Golden Handcuffs...
a sense of purpose eludes me with fragmented personality, whiskey sours in the wee hours of the morning, missing Massachusetts and loved ones aplenty. foklore aside i have not finished this very protagonist's tale. i stumble and bumble my way through ill-conceived plans and waking dreams..
for what once was clear as pale moonlight
has become polluted
as smog-smothered stars 'neath U.S. occupied territories.
methinks a change best be in order to
circumnavigate these treacherous waters
and black sails in the sunset.
When my ship finaly comes into its port of calling
we will know whether the worth of the journey
was made in earnest or not...
drunken lullabies notwithstanding,
hear me sigh unto angels
and beer bottles to ring in some cautious rebirth
of where i should be standing in two summers time.
Once again the adventure begins!!
they have been shut for so long, who knows what i could have seen inside of a year in Asia?
Contract renewal , visa woes, student debt leaves me bereft without wine, woman, and song....
so i reach down inside and drink deep from where i once was.
i still remember the cold, clear taste.
sharp as the night air stinging my eyes.
i left Ori Station and two friends who were departing too recently for unfamiliar shores. i wish them well with their wedding plans and i am astonished that i knew them so briefly in the Great Golden Handcuffs...
a sense of purpose eludes me with fragmented personality, whiskey sours in the wee hours of the morning, missing Massachusetts and loved ones aplenty. foklore aside i have not finished this very protagonist's tale. i stumble and bumble my way through ill-conceived plans and waking dreams..
for what once was clear as pale moonlight
has become polluted
as smog-smothered stars 'neath U.S. occupied territories.
methinks a change best be in order to
circumnavigate these treacherous waters
and black sails in the sunset.
When my ship finaly comes into its port of calling
we will know whether the worth of the journey
was made in earnest or not...
drunken lullabies notwithstanding,
hear me sigh unto angels
and beer bottles to ring in some cautious rebirth
of where i should be standing in two summers time.
Once again the adventure begins!!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
.....i am waiting i am....
i am feeling Minnesota right now.
wet socks, New Years kisses, crabmeat dip and dirty dishes, the wind rushes through his thistle of a beard, cockle burrs and dandelions aplenty....one kiss is too many, don't believe in superstition, but believing in myself lately is aiming the gunshot barely missing, we've taken a lot of lumps in the last year, i am limping on a sprained ankle and a calloused heart into the next year....
heated floors, dance moves, slip-on shoes. Korean saunas, yet somehow i still lose...out on the aesthetic of the moment. what does it take to get out me out of this dark funk? with thoughts like spiders crawling inside this head of mine, a steam trunk design full of dust-covered memories...
a foreigner for real on the dirty streets of Seoul, walking with Björk look-a-likes, but can never find a copy of himself, a true kindred spirit in the form of a female Doppelgänger , Ich kommt aus Berlin to my China Wall all the way to New York i could hear her breathing...
it almost all but destroys me, with the wind cutting in like a knife to my flesh, i am at a loss for words walking across pools of waters having flown over multiple time zones just to get here, to get back to the business of being myself instead of masquerading in Massachusetts as the ghost of someone else....
a bard sings "The Ballad of John Tulloch" deep into the inky frigid darkness, i suck in the night air. it tastes cool and sweet. i suck it in through my teeth and exhale it through my eyes somehow, thinking of loved ones and meaningful songs that could take this aching misunderstanding away from me...gnawing into my bones like some sort of cancer.....
i left a behind a culture of fear.
a country that held no place for me.
no identity.
colonialism and conquistadores, the immortal Joe Strummer and i singing mestizo love songs through the giant clusterfuck that is Christmas and New Years.
maybe this year will be better than the last.....
wet socks, New Years kisses, crabmeat dip and dirty dishes, the wind rushes through his thistle of a beard, cockle burrs and dandelions aplenty....one kiss is too many, don't believe in superstition, but believing in myself lately is aiming the gunshot barely missing, we've taken a lot of lumps in the last year, i am limping on a sprained ankle and a calloused heart into the next year....
heated floors, dance moves, slip-on shoes. Korean saunas, yet somehow i still lose...out on the aesthetic of the moment. what does it take to get out me out of this dark funk? with thoughts like spiders crawling inside this head of mine, a steam trunk design full of dust-covered memories...
a foreigner for real on the dirty streets of Seoul, walking with Björk look-a-likes, but can never find a copy of himself, a true kindred spirit in the form of a female Doppelgänger , Ich kommt aus Berlin to my China Wall all the way to New York i could hear her breathing...
it almost all but destroys me, with the wind cutting in like a knife to my flesh, i am at a loss for words walking across pools of waters having flown over multiple time zones just to get here, to get back to the business of being myself instead of masquerading in Massachusetts as the ghost of someone else....
a bard sings "The Ballad of John Tulloch" deep into the inky frigid darkness, i suck in the night air. it tastes cool and sweet. i suck it in through my teeth and exhale it through my eyes somehow, thinking of loved ones and meaningful songs that could take this aching misunderstanding away from me...gnawing into my bones like some sort of cancer.....
i left a behind a culture of fear.
a country that held no place for me.
no identity.
colonialism and conquistadores, the immortal Joe Strummer and i singing mestizo love songs through the giant clusterfuck that is Christmas and New Years.
maybe this year will be better than the last.....
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