Tag: music is my bf

1 sept in boston.



news flash:
it all kinda sucks.
deal with it.
don’t become part of it.

– wasted rita

i’m sick of this record already
let’s wreck all the preconceived notions they bring to it
check all the baggage or better yet burn it
and start all over again

let’s start with your life as you know it
we’re back in our mothers’ wombs folded like notebooks
we had no idea of all the tote bags and meat hooks
waiting out in the world

one september in boston
i lost the will to live
i was just like an astronaut cut from the ship
floating and waiting to die
i was sick of my ordinary life
i was so sick of ordinary life
i was sick of this ordinary life

the human mind gets sick real easy
the human mind gets way fucking sick of beauty
and i know, and it’s happened to me
again and again
again and again

you’ve gotta make it new
you’ve gotta keep it new to keep it true
and you’re allowed to do anything you’ve gotta do
just cause you’re sick of your ordinary life
doesn’t mean you should bottle up and die
lose your way completely but stay alive

ditty bop sha lang lang
ditty bop sha lang sha ditty lang
ditty bop sha lang lang ditty lang

– ezra furman, ordinary life

cash monet.


it’s such a
bore
being always
poor.

– langston hughes, “ennui”

i’m super broke right now and thought i was depressed due to said super broke-ness, but then i found the new chet faker feat. banks and decided i’m not depressed. i’m just experiencing a temporary lack of funds combined with a temporary lack of good new tunes to put on repeat while i try not to buy anything, ever.

update → i just saw a corgi.
so maybe everything’s all right?
idk. you tell me, universe.

you.
tell.
me.

ps – if you’re feeling like throwing money at something, i will happily be your something. $5-$5000. i can untangle your cords. i’d love to untangle your cords.

1000% slower.

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been encountering waves of sadness in the evening, lately. after the emails stop and the east coast crawls into bed and the northwest sun fades, i try to sit with the day, sit with the quiet, sit with whatever’s changed, whatever’s the same, but i just … can’t. i can’t because my mind is a wind tunnel and a wave of doubt and longing and uncertainty and loneliness has just rolled in, consistent and thick and unforgiving and … i know (i know).

it’ll pass.
i’ll come back.
i’ll be better for it.
i’m just in it.

umlaut worthy.


tycho did a sunrise dj set at burning man on 08.29.14 that started at 5:40am and then posted it to soundcloud 5 days later for the rest of us to enjoy anytime we want because unconditional love and premium ice cream and wild and free internet, y’all.

also on the deep, long playlist front, mixtrss has really been flexing their “30 or so tracks similar to this one awesome track” baby playlist making skills. for those of you into magical internet things that are just plain güüüüd, check out …

this one.
oh and this one.
gah, this one too.

tldr … deyallgüüüüd.

ladies night.



the instinct here is to apologize:

for being away
for not posting
for focusing there
for not focusing here
for a busy work week
for a rough personal week
for reading up less
for sleeping in more
for shutting down
for logging off

but, like, for what? for noise? for caveats? for excuses? for sweet sad things we project into our corner of the internet to make ourselves feel a little better about being vulnerable to change and transitioning from one set of patterns to another with less grace and ease and strength than we had hoped for? sounds temping, but i’m going to try something different and resist the knee-jerk apology for once. instead, here are two nice tunes by two nice ladies.

find joy and enjoy.

hot air.

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a little bummed and uninspired, less confident and clear than i’m used to. i’m stuck in my head and waiting for a sign instead of printing my own. at least i don’t need people telling me you’re okay, it’s okay, we’re okay. heaviness happens, lightness returns. i just really want to get there already (probably why i walk so fucking fast). granted, not updating this thing isn’t helping so that’s one shift i can make. did make.

it was all a dream.

let's pretend
water works
the other day i made a spotify playlist of all the albums that got me to and from some of my worst “i don’t want to tell you what i do because i hate what i do and, like, earlier today i was so fed up with my passive agressive co-workers and bullshit work duties that i tossed my blackberry in the sad little trash next to my desk and hoped no one suspected dumpster diving when i fished it out a few minutes later after remembering i needed to pay rent and shit” dayjobs. it’s called worksux.

sooOOOooo,
what’s on your playlist?
don’t be a stranger.
lemme know.

for the record,
work does not suck.
not anymore, that is.
not one bit.

mmm, ohh.




.

i’m a fool for that shake in your thighs
i’m a fool for that sound in your sighs
i’m a fool for your belly
i’m a fool for your love
.
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
.
caught in this pool held in your eyes
caught like a fool without a line
we’re in a natural spring
with this gentle sting between us
.
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
.
ooohhh, stay open
ooohhh, stay open
.
stay open
stay open
.
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
.
stay open
stay open
stay open
.
mmm, stay open.
.

ps – this post is brought to you by the oh-so infinite leor galil.

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on canal & bowery.


.
ho hey
by the lumineers

i’ve been trying to do it right
i’ve been living a lonely life
i’ve been sleeping here instead
i’ve been sleeping in my bed,
i’ve been sleeping in my bed
.
so show me family
all the blood that i will bleed
i dunno where i belong
i dunno where i went wrong,
but i can write a song
.
i belong with you, you belong with me
you’re my sweetheart
i belong with you, you belong with me
you’re my sweet
.
i don’t think you’re right for him
think of what it might have been if you
took a bus to chinatown
i’d be standing on canal, and bowery
and she’d be standing next to me
.
i belong with you, you belong with me
you’re my sweetheart
i belong with you, you belong with me
you’re my sweetheart
.
and love, we need it now
let’s hope for some
cause oh, we’re bleeding out
.
i belong with you, you belong with me
you’re my sweetheart
i belong with you, you belong with me
you’re my sweet
.

ps – justine, your shit is rigorous and i miss you. das it.
.