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Posts from June 2007

lazy afternoon

thinking of nothing
and nothing thinking of me;
hiding discreetly.


Friday random ten
(I feel strange)

As Philly officially goes from 5th to 6th largest U.S. city

»When Will You Come Back Home – Ryan Adams & the Cardinals
»Still Running – Ellipsis
»A Matter of Time – Los Lobos
»Memphis Time – Gin Blossoms
»Grey in L.A. – Loudon Wainwright III
»In This Temple as in the Hearts of Man… – Sufjan Stevens
»When You Come – Crowded House
»Truckload of Art – Cracker
»What a Letdown – Barenaked Ladies
»Overcome – Better than Ezra

Favorite tune on this list is “A Matter of Time” from Los Lobos

Color me happy when I found out the latest from Loudon Wainwright would be on eMusic. “Grey in L.A.” and “Daughter” (both from the Strange Weirdos album) were two songs that caught my ear while watching the closing credits to Knocked Up.

Wherever they always appear:
Ben, Brian, Cziltang, Fred, Lauren, Marisa, Rachel, Troy


pre-nostalgic

a moment in time,
mercilessly bleeding out,
fades to sepia.


err-conditioned

on the verge of it,
is the urge for it only
muscle memory?


inclusivity

whoever you are,
however you arrived here,
take a step inside.


Biting the hand that feeds (the RIAA)

Metroblogging Marisa posted yesterday about the day of silence, during which online radio stations will be going dark to protest the new royalty requirements, a change aimed squarely at online streaming radio stations. (Click here to sign a petition regarding the upcoming changes.)

Does anyone else remember how record companies used to have to bribe radio stations to help give their records more exposure? I thought airplay on radio stations (on or offline) actually enhanced the chances of new listeners hearing music, thus leading to more sales.

Or has the recording industry just gone completely insane? And would you be surprised if it had?

Yet another reason to buy independent music.

That online petition, once again, is here.


places

here is where we are,
the only question being
whether we belong.


p.t.s.d.

mountains from molehills,
stressors ever inflating;
where’s my giant pin?


Corresponding thoughts

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I finally received my first bit of physical correspondence related to The Modern Letter project. I assume it arrived Saturday, though I didn’t notice it until just yesterday.

I was starting to suspect I was the only one taking part in this little project (a sort of blind pen-pal service). I’ve yet to receive the initial letter someone out there is supposed to be sending my way, but thankfully my June recipient was kind enough to make me feel like part of the club. My respondent also has a blog website. It’s even got a definite article in the url, just like mine.

(The photo above was taken of the newly-arrived letter, and it just happens to reflect a mental state I wish I could master right now.)


anything but normal

running hot and cold,
given to extreme measures –
- English, not metric.


curiosity

wandering around
my restless Saturday mind
‘til answers arrive.


lost art

living in high speed,
forgetting what it was like
when we had patience.


Friday random ten
(some jackass comment)

Exactly 50/50 on the male/female vocalist ratio

    If I Wrote You – Dar Williams
    Spark – Over the Rhine
    Buenas Noches from a Lonely Room – Cracker
    Let It Ride – Ryan Adams & the Cardinals
    Down on the Riverbed – Los Lobos
    The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts – Sufjan Stevens
    Glide – Ellipsis
    Sitting – Vigilantes of Love
    I Like You Better – Raina Rose
    So Hard – Dixie Chicks

Number of singers on this list I’ve actually met: 5
Local flavor on the list: Ellipsis (click here to see video from a recent local TV performance)
Sister of a local flavor: Raina Rose

until it all comes ‘round again:
Ben, Brian, Ellen, Fred, Jessica, Marisa, Rachel


solstice

it must be summer,
the season now arriving
well behind the heat.


Everything at once

That’s what’s been happening in my head lately, which is why I can’t bring myself to blog in long form these days.

Most of my thoughts will be relegated to the seventeen daily syllables seen in the upper right-hand corner, at least for a while.


the ghost of perfection

this life is only
a soul-refining process,
progress optional.


order

it’s overrated,
but still appreciated,
in these hectic lives.


things yet to change

presuppositions,
inevitabilities,
life as we know it.


Father’s Day, 2007

As I wrote in another cursory dad’s day post already this morning, fatherhood is a title much easier to get than it is to earn. In recognition of that reality, I’d like to wish a happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there who’ve really put their best effort into earning the title – especially my father.

I wouldn’t have quite the paternal appreciation I do if not for the example set by my father. I’m going to continue a tradition of sorts by pointing to last year’s post for the occasion, a post that points back even further and steals a great poetic expression from Robert Hayden.

Click here to read that post.


paternity

it would have taken
so much less effort to be
“dad” in name only.


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