I went to see the National on the 29th – and it had to be one of the best concerts I’ve seen til date. Their second opener – Suckers, were amazing and I am now obsessed. Studio versions are good, but can’t compare to how absolutely amazing they sound live. Love lead singer, Quinn Walker’s voice and eccentricity. Delivering vocals, while either strumming a guitar or banging on a drum; I got emotional a few times. They NEED to be seen live. Oct 1- Webster Hall, I am there :)
Few select tracks from their first full length album, Wild Smile
“I hate pressure, I hate responsibility, I always show up late and it takes me so long to leave, but if you’re willing to accept my flaws, save your love for me.”
2 Eyes 2 C (mp3) This song live with the percussion…blew me away
You were afraid to test the water, I was a brave lamb to the slaughter,
You are a child, I am a child…I should have been the one to doubt it, you never gave two shits about it, you are a child, I am a child…
I love him…I love Sigur Ros. The music always makes me insanely happy – an overwhelming feeling in my heart like it’s going to explode from sheer happiness. I remember when I saw Sigur Ros live — inside I felt like running full speed, smiling- tears streaming down my face through an open field…but all I could do was stand still…barely breathing listening/watching in awe. As the tears began to swell – I looked around me – and was surrounded by people having the same experience. It’s in moments like those that I wonder how anyone can not be obsessed with music …
Life seems to be changing positively…and what better way to open this new chapter than with music that makes me feel euphoric.
Pretty much sums it up… I feel many people around me are expecting a lot…and sometimes I just want to crawl into a ball and run to the other side of the world… I am only human…I don’t have the answers, I don’t know what’s going to happen, I don’t know who lies to you and who doesn’t lie to you…or who lies to me? I don’t know where to move to, I don’t know when your project will be finished, I don’t know where we should go to eat, or drink, I don’t know if I believe you ever loved me, I don’t know what I learned the past few years, I don’t know if we can be friends, I don’t know if i want to see you tonight…I don’t know if I am ready…I don’t know what I should be ready for… I just want to be without having to answer to anyone about anything…for a little while. Please. Thanks.
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Meli playing some Neko songs in the office today made me nostalgic for her album – Middle Cyclone which I always liked (“This Tornado Loves You” was one of my picks for ’09) but haven’t really given it a proper listen. I fell asleep while listening, having the most vivid odd dreams – woke up, and played it back from the beginning again. Beautifully composed, strong intense voice, matched with equally powerful lyrics; I fell in love.
And that’s a dirty, fallow feeling
To be the dangling ceiling
From when the roof came crashing down
Peeling in the heat
Vanish in the rain
The next time you say forever
I will punch you in your face
Just because you don’t believe it
Doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it
You never know when I’ll show you the never
It’s easy to become accustomed to someone, and their ways…to believe and trust that what they say they feel is truly how they feel. You ignore any/all actions that completely contradict what they tell you because they are your “home” – your love. Until one day – you are sick of trying to hold up the foundation yourself as it collapses all around you. You take a long hard look at the ruble, the mess, the chaos and decide there is no rebuilding that can be done. It isn’t home anymore, it isn’t safe, and sadly/unfortunately, “forever more” becomes “never again”.
You spoke the words,
“I love girls in white leather jackets”
That was good enough for love
It was good enough for me
I listened in
When you thought you were alone
Calling the sphinx
On a tornado’s phone
Who knows what you meant
I only heard what I wanted
You said I was your blue, blue baby
And you were right
Wandered the halls of the nighttime
My body burned
My legs ached
But you never came to bed
You just left me there awake
You kept me wanting, wanting, wanting
Like the wanting in the movies and the hymns
I want the pharaohs
But there’s only men
She stated this was about “imaginary boyfriends” – or making up the love you want while not receiving the love you need from someone. That person never living up to the ideal you have of them/ the love they can give you. I think it is easy to put the person you love on a pedestal…The bad thing about that is, they will always, no matter what fall off. To love truly – is to love completely …faults, imperfections and all.
The most beautiful version of this song I can’t seem to ever stop listening to can be found via pitchfork.
The whole session is amazing actually … I know I’ve featured The Antlers and this particular song before but for some reason I’ve been playing this non stop the past few days. Maybe it’s because I have been thinking of dedication and loyalty a lot lately. While the narrator here is speaking of his steadfastness regarding his dying lover – being by her side even if she is being intolerable, I can relate. Though, fortunately, I never experienced loving someone terminally ill.
No – not a depressing post… Stumbled across this track by Oceana on RCRD LBL and find it so catchy… It’s good to mix up my itunes with feel-good music as most of it is heavy hitting and emotional…
Never heard of this artist before – so I’ll be checking out some more tracks soon.
Here is a remix of Cry Cry – and the video for the original can be seen here. Anyway – Enjoy.
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
One of my most favorite quotations about love and it’s the kind of love I seek to find with another… I can say confidently that I have experienced it once this lifetime – many years ago with my first love… The initial passion, excitement may have died down but was replaced with a deeper passion, and a more honest, true, withstanding love, which is why we are still so close to this day… There is beauty in being with someone, experiencing moments of equal pleasure and pain — and continuing to be by their side. Not out of a sense of obligation – but because the love is genuine, and deep – hearts, souls intertwined with one another. I find, many times, especially with the fool hardy and less evolved — they can’t reach or maintain this type of love because the addiction to the intense passion that comes from the start of a relationship surpasses feelings of commitment and loyalty.
But then…what happens? Cycles of relationships…Latching onto one person for a time, before moving onto the next once the intensity dies down. That’s sad, for years can go by and you are left alone – looking back at all the bridges that have been burned along the way.
Oh, I see you in your cobra nest all dressed up in your Sunday best…In the opal morning light -see your gun there, shining bright…Now the storm is on its way coming here to break the day…steaming rain
Oh, you go shoot me down take my halo, yolk and crown…
Forget the horror here…Leave it all down here
It’s future rust and then it’s future dust
I’m the fury in your head, I’m the fury in your bed, I’m the ghost in the back of your head…
You’ve got the blood on your hands, I know it’s my own. You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul. Of all the people, I hoped it’d be you. To come and free me, take me away.
To show me my home. Where I was born. Where I belong.
Big Big Love (fig.2)(mp3) (From the album “Antidotes”)
I listen to a lot of Spanish music…much more often than Italian music (my background/ethnicity is Italian). Today though, I was sent a link to this song by my friend Vanessa, who is Portugese (ha) and thought it was beautiful…Especially after I looked up the lyrics.
Might be a little corny/cheesey to some…but it’s lulling me to sleep right now. Makes me think that as we grow older, it becomes less about the chase, and more about receiving the love you deserve. Time is wasted as you wait around for that [wrong] person to become something he/she can and will never be. Accept love that is full, unconditional, honest and real…Don’t settle for anything less. You’ll know it’s real if throughout any hardship, that person is still by your side unwavering in their loyalty and admiration for you.
Solo per te
convinco le stelle
a disegnare nel cielo infinito
qualcosa che somiglia a te
solo per te
io cambierò pelle
per non sentir le stagioni passare
senza di te
come la neve non sa
coprire tutta la città
come la notte
non faccio rumore
se cado è per te
My rough translation (Italian was my first language but I sadly lost my touch):
Only for you, I will convince the stars in the infinite sky to design something that resembles you. Only for you, I will change my skin so I won’t feel the seasons changing without you. Just like the snow, I will cover the whole city. Just like the night, I won’t make a sound, if/when I fall for you…
I’ve been reflecting a lot lately about the choices in life I made, the type of people I seek out and love. It’s been interesting … Beauty (outside) is of course important, but certainly not as crucial as inner beauty: honesty, dedication, loyalty, empathy and compassion. Without those fundamental traits - beauty – (true beauty) doesn’t fade…because it was never there to begin with. Someone once told me the most beautiful ones (superficially) are the most dangerous. I think the statement is false. It is those who posses the quality of outer beauty but are void of the inner that are the most dangerous, and should be stayed away from. If inner/outer beauty is equal – there’s no danger there. Live and learn my dear friends…
Oh, a beautiful face
And a wicked way
And I’m paying for her beautiful face
Everyday
All that work
Over so much time
If I think too hard
I might lose my mind
Oh my next girl
Will be nothing like my ex-girl
I made mistakes back then
I’ll never do it again
I have no delusions of grandeur, no dreams of becoming famous or well-known. My insomnia keeps me busy--both a curse and a blessing. I express my thoughts best through written form and music. I am completely obsessed with music and welcome you to share in that obsession with me. Enjoy.
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