Well Frank settled down in the Valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife’s forehead he sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at fifteen and a quarter percent and put a down payment on a little two bedroom […]
and it’s a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal no prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey and goodnight to the street sweepers the night watchman flame keepers and goodnight Matilda, too. —Tom Waits, Waltzing Matilda, full lyrics
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
1. Jacqueline du Pré, Edward Elgar – Cello Concerto & Enigma Variations 2. The Magnetic Fields – 69 Love Songs 3. Beach House – Bloom 4. mewithoutYou – Ten Stories 5. Tom Waits – Alice 6. Frankie Rose – Interstellar 7. Shearwater – Animal Joy 8. Miles Davis – Ascenseur Pour L’Echafaud 9. Animal Collective […]
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What I’ve been listening to lately. Lynne’s Theme – Ólafur Arnalds Had We Had It – Frankie Rose Weakness – Vattnet Viskar Fox’s Dream of the Log Flume – mewithoutYou Dread Sovereign – Shearwater Show Me Everything – Tindersticks Black Cow – The Darcys Lazuli – Beach House Pair of Wings – Frankie Rose September […]
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Good morning, music loving friends. Go, and pump thou likewise jams. Gotye – Somebody You Used to Know Ladytron – Destroy Everything You Touch Pepper Rabbit – Rose Mary Stretch Ryan Gosling – You Always Hurt the Ones You Love The New Pornographers – Letter from an Occupant St Vincent – Cheerleader Kimbra – Settle […]
We could stand for a century—staring— With our heads cocked In the broad daylight at this thing. Joy, landlocked, In bodies that don’t keep, Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being Until we don’t be told “Take this,” and “Eat this” Told: “The meteorite is the source of the light, And the meteor’s just what we […]
Saturday, October 16, 2010
You know how I adjusted to that problem of the radio in the environment? Very much as the primitive people adjusted to the animals which frightened them, and which probably, as you say, were intrusions. They drew pictures of them, on their caves. And so I simply made a piece using radios. Now, whenever I […]
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Lord, I ain’t goin’ down to no race track See no sports car run I don’t have no sports car And I don’t even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block —Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan’s Blues
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
what makes you think that it won’t grow back in a day or two? husbands in winter, they know the truth but what can they do? i don’t like girls the way they are so shave their legs, and make them look like movie stars then we can pretend it’s natural put on whatever makes […]
Monday, November 16, 2009
the tortoise in the wheelchair wrapped his forehead in a bandage with a cast they made from plaster for his phony broken leg so he’d get pushed around the sidewalk by the zookeeper’s assistant with the hummingbird observing from behind the yellow flower and he flapped his tiny wings they moved so fast you couldn’t […]