Saturday, May 30, 2009

Dreams (with the help of money) Do Come True

I got my romper today. I have already been romping for three hours now... three heavenly hours.

Romp on.


Friday, May 29, 2009

Time takes a cigarette and puts it in your mouth

Truth be told, I didn't grow up being really into music. Of course I liked it and had preferences but it wasn't a dominate focus of mine. But there will always be those songs and albums that I tied to important events and emotions, the ones that really mattered and changed the way I heard and experienced music. Here they are for your reading pleasure:

Dookie - Green Day.

Green Day's Dookie changed the way I heard music. Songs didn't have to sound like Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys (no offense to anyone). Suddenly, there were other genres with different messages that seemed to speak to me and who I wanted to be. On a side note, instead of my first love and I just having one song we wanted a whole album and this was it.

Lifted or the Story is in the Soil, Keep your ear to the ground - Bright Eyes

It felt like Frida Kahlo set to music. Everything that was deep and beautiful and awful was set within this album (and all that came after it). Conor Oberst is one of the only musicians I have faithfully followed since hearing for the first time. I realize a lot of people label it as "seriously emo" but there is a quality here that you will never find in the majority of "emo" songs ever.

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars - David Bowie

Clearly amazing. I could listen to it over and over again while fantasizing about that red hair and body suit. The whole idea of David Bowie and his ambiguity and daring captured me. I would drive in my car down hidden country roads, blaring his music, just wasting time. He made it alright for me to be the spunky little thing I wanted to be.

Antics - Interpol

The voice of Paul Banks haunts me. The melody soothes me. The lyrics interest me. This album and band took me by surprise with their oddly wonderful puppet character video for Evil and have please me with their constant originality ever since. I feel like their songs fill every part of my ear when I listen to them, like the sound really is touching me.

Another Side of Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

I think there is a fairly obvious pattern going on and its based upon my passion for thought provoking, poetic lyrics. And in that respect Bob Dylan should be knighted. The wonderful part of his music was though the concepts in his songs seemed so big, there was an air of simplicity about it. Like a familiar twang that seemed to hint at the idea that Bob Dylan was always going to be your grass roots friend who played on your front porch. This album in particular was special to me because I found some of his songs more story driven and it really made me sit down and listen when I had been so use to tuning out.

So there it is, my glued and patched together list of albums that have resonated with me. I think I have come a long way forward musically from that girl who didn't care enough to buy CDS or maybe I should say gone way back since I buy records now. I went through a lot of different stages in high school but this list is the tried and true, the ones that never faded.
Happy listening everyone,

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Tagged...Three weeks later...

This has been long in the making, and long overdue. Since tagged by gracious to write about our five most 'influential' albums, I have been searching my memory for which really stand out, or what I am just currently obsessed with. Thus, this list will be a mix of both. But mostly, what I have listed are linked to me for sentimental reasons. Here it goes.

My Love for the Sound of Music has recently been revived. By exposing Lindsay to the greatness that was my childhood, I have gained a better understanding of how this musical has shaped my life. And not in a cheesy "Climb Every Mountain' sort of way. I grew up watching, dancing and singing to the songs alongside Julie Andrews and the Vontrapp children, so much so that it became part of my identity. Oh, how I longed to be Leisel, Sixteen going on Seventeen (though my understanding of that song has shifted thanks to an education in feminist literature). And to yodel while effortlessly controlling goat-marionettes. Now when I listen, I'm drawn to the sincere voice of Christopher Plumber getting choked up while singing Edelweiss to a room full of Nazis. To Leisel realizing through song that maybe Sixteen is just too young for love. Either way, it's the music I have loved for so long, and I can't see myself getting sick of it too soon.

The next two are much different from the sounds of the Vontrapps, but seem to have found a place in my list. Both remind me of a time in high school, and while some may have been experimenting and rebelling with more rock or punk sounds, here I was. Metric was about as 'alternative' as I got. I can remember 'Live it Out' being played on repeat while getting ready for ballet in the morning, or perfecting my Emily Haines head-shake while singing Monster Hospital in the backseat of a friends car. Maybe not the most mind blowing of records, but for some reason I always seem to remember it in the background.

At the same time Feist was introduced to me by way of my good friend Andrew. He picked it up while music shopping, thinking the girl on the cover resembled me. Thus started my love affair with the woman I would come to know as Leslie Feist. Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but it is only fitting considering how we first listened to her. In drama class, with a supply teacher sitting in plain view, we snuck behind the black curtains, and lay down, each sharing a headphone. What we heard we immediately loved, and I haven't stopped loving since.

Though I can remember listening to Camera Obscura in high school, my favorite album of theirs wasn't discovered by me until my first year of University. 'Lets Get Out of this Country' served me well through many heartbroken bus rides home, as well as those occasional lonely nights spent in residence. Every song seemed to come at the right time, and while provoking emotion from me at time, there seemed to be a soothing quality about each song that as I was sobbing, I could also think 'It's okay, Tracyanne Campbell has been there too'.

The final addition to the list is a recent favorite, but reminds me so much of driving with my parents as a child. Rekindling my love of country classics with a modern charm, She&Him have been working their way in and out of my play list for over a year, and I can't seem to quit them. The innocence of Zooey Deschanel mixed with M. Ward has not only created an irresistibly charmed collection of songs, but has inspired me to bust out my cowboy boots and 50s dresses for the first time since I was a little girl.

While it might not be the most inspiring, or credible list, these are my favs and I simply ask you take me for what I am. For something guaranteed to be more interesting I challenge Sing City Chronicles as well as J. Broderick.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Veil upon lilac veil

Our Boeing 747 has been fleeing westward from darkened California, racing across the Pacific toward the sun, the incandescent eye of God, but slowly, three hours later than West Coast time, twilight gathers outside, veil upon lilac veil

William (Billy) Manchester

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The hills are alive with the sound of music

We're sitting at the top of our third floor stairwell. Casie is painting her head board and I'm just twiddling. The Sound of Music Album is on the record player and a familiar song drifts up to us, its lyrics winding in and out of the banisters, finally finding us.

Your life little girl is an empty page, that men will want to write on...

We laughed and then for a second Casie paused, halting her painting she suddenly exclaimed: "And then they blame us for the ink!"

It might not make complete sense but I laughed pretty hard.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

Not Really. I just found some funny things last week on the way to brunch.

A tile found in a Hardware Store. Not For Sale, just for aesthetic appreciation.

Two different names for the same actor. In the same Magazine. I for one was amused by my discovery for at least 2 hours.

My Horoscope for the Week. Enough Said.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

She always seems to say it best

When I'm feeling scorned by that allusive force we call love, I like to turn to Miss Cline. Cliche, maybe. But even in my most bitter moments I turn on Patsy and am able to float past the jealousy and rage that seems to be burrowing in me, and emerge from these emotions with elegance, grace, and a bit of humor.
The wonderful Patsy Cline,
Love Casie

Sunday, May 10, 2009

a first light post

I have been up since 2 am, like a child who cant wait for christmas morning. Its moving day.

And what a beautiful day it will be.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

I like this ship! It's exciting!

Zachary Quinto makes the combination of blunt bangs and repressed emotion look so very good.
Yes, this is Lindsay and no, I dont care who who knows it.

Friday, May 8, 2009

I'll put my hands over your eyes

but you'll peek through

I was criticized for letting you break my heart

Watch more Dailymotion videos on AOL Video

Is there anyone out there to frolic with this summer?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Bunnies Bathtubs and Miley

This was a gift we made for our friend Erik at Sing City Chronicles who frequetly charms us with his rendition of Miley Cyrus' 'See You Again'.

I'll smile before you cry

This is something I found written in my old notebook. I believe it came out of weeks of watching Pride and Prejudice with Lindsay and studying Keira Knightly's jaw.

He smiles as if there is something behind it.
She smiled as if there were something in her mouth.
Not words; something palpable. A word often used by them both.
Don't stop. An invisible mouth guard. A sliced orange.
Just as if something had been removed.
Bite. bite down now, try it.
I tried it with my mouth closed, afraid passersby would think I am faking chewing.
What is it that is missing between her top and bottom teeth?
Its absence seems beautiful. In fact I think that's why she does it.
Hollowing her face like she had always wanted,
while looking as if she had something to say.
It's best to examine the hours in which she does it.
When an old man, sitting like she on a green-grate park bench speaks to himself.
In the mirror, when she talks to herself.
In her most intimate moments. Writhing, pulsating and concentrating on every muscle in her lower body.
Her jaw is placed in this beautiful, unassuming way. Creates an under bite, deep in thought.
Her body always was the author, the poetic.

Story of Our Week

I wrote the story myself. It's all about a girl who lost her reputation but never missed it.
Mae West

Friday, May 1, 2009

This is what friday looks like.

"I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things."

- Dorothy Parker