Friday, August 26, 2011

Everyone will return to the weather of their youth

Hi from Montana!

Upon further reflection, I have no interest in hosting mp3s on this blog, so, having new means to make tapes, I’m sticking to my original scheme. Here’s another taste of what you’ll be missing if you don’t act now… “Great songs expertly arranged, a mix for the seasons and beyond the seasons!” –R.H.

it’s so good to see you again … King of Everything … the warp and the wooze and the subterfuge … what’s inside a girl like me … as the sky gets nearer so does time … self-indulgent details … all the girls with broken hearts dancing to Orchestral Manoeuvres … [vow] … strangest Autumn heat … oh, if you stay … the house we never owned

Green trees call to me … one single sheet for cover … swept into the cast of a past December … bury us with our ships … I wanna write my whole life down … looking in my mirror took me by surprise … pillow for the bad dreams … as far as I’d seen life was endless … a lock of your hair … all the tales, mythic noise … purple and red and yellow and on fire

steep waves breaking the only sound … it could all be a dream, Green … passing time in ninety-nine degrees … the sea rushes up my knees like flame … eating at McDonald’s for lunch … your death at sea is obvious and fascinating to me … we were only young … you’re still her friend … feeling like a woman, looking like a man … the way I’ve seen it written in the clouds … give out your number now!


Despite what I wrote above, mp3s for Side 3 will still be made available to mixtape subscribers.

Photos inspired by the ones on display at Confessions of a Michael Stipe, a casual, accidental, non-professional ("complete with beach camera smudge!"), flash-happy and artful series of observations. I love summer, too, and hope to find that loving seasonlessness is the same thing, or similar.

Friday, August 12, 2011


I guess I like living in this upside-down time when you can only show respect for a moment by not filming/photographing/documenting it. Inaction feels like progress.

We sat in the grass and thought about the movie we’d just seen, and the wind and the dark made it live for a few more minutes.

Fill in the blank

1. Breaking Bad __________
2. Buffalo Bill & The Indians __________
3. The Naked Kiss __________
4. Rise of the Planet of the Apes __________
5. Sabrina __________
6. Safety Last __________
7. White Material __________
8. World on a Wire, __________

a) proceeds inevitably, as an origin story should.

b) justifies its title in the dreamy first reel, during which we (1) hear her voiceover narration; (2) follow the direction of her gaze; (3) read her suicide note; (4) inhabit her dreams; and (5) witness her beautiful performance in a rocking chair (back and forth and back and forth—long pause—and back). Also, did the film originate from a desire to know what Sunset Boulevard might have been if Norma’s estate hadn’t fallen into decay?

c) looked at another way, is not nearly long enough, considering it requires that a man re-learn what it feels like to know he is real. And yet, does it matter if we are data or atoms or irreducible? Whatever the case, we still have to confront the fact of living.

d) divides us among those who try to catch up with dreams and those who let dreams catch up with a resolute inner peace.

e) divides us among those who want the status quo and those who want change, both of which can be desired honestly, or dishonestly. The film is dedicated to the honest ones.

f) divides Americans into good neighborhoods and bad neighborhoods. But the people in bad neighborhoods are free to live their bad lives; the only truly dangerous people are those who might try to unite the two worlds, or suggest evidence of cross-pollination.

g) has great fun in the big city, with its architecture and crowds and transportation, in ways that moviemakers haven’t cared to do since the invention of sound. Sad.

h) confirms with the episode called “Fly,” if it wasn’t already sufficiently evident, that it is the greatest TV drama of all time, and finds Walter White asking, “At what point (how many seasons ago) should my life have ended, before I started to make things so much worse?” A few days later I found my iPod had magically been left paused on De La Soul’s “Eye Know,” and decided during my walk that if Walter’s question was to be expanded to all of human civilization, then “Eye Know” would be his answer.

answers: 1. h; 2. d; 3. f; 4. a; 5. b; 6. g; 7. e; 8. c


Mercury Rev – “Endlessly”
Mary Margaret O’Hara – Miss America
(American music, undoubtedly, but I still
can’t figure out what it’s referencing)

Mojave 3 – Ask Me Tomorrow
Yo La Tengo – Painful
(the latest “all I like,” to quote Radio Raheem)
Volcano Suns – The Bright Orange Years
No Doubt – “Sunday Morning”
(this really is the best song on Tragic Kingdom;
I was a pretty smart 8-year old, in certain ways)

Britney Spears – “How I Roll”
Kate Bush – “Deeper Understanding”
(more prescient than World on a Wire)

Title purge

Arch Among Us
Brainiac Amour
Everywhere is Oz
New Observations of Threadbare Morality
Metro Gnome
The Moon’s Reaching For Me
Not for Bobcat Haul
Paint Tables, Cover Screens & Net Purses
A Person Is Not A People
Thorough-Bass & Human Nature
You Zapped…

…tell me your favorite and I'll use it for the next post!


To celebrate the imminent onset of double summer, I’ll digitally reseminate April’s mixtape. Technological setbacks (i.e. the circle button on my tape deck doesn’t do what its depressed status indicates it’s doing) kept physical copies from ever being made (this can also soon be rectified when I reach double summer’s Montana fulcrum), but from the perspective of many months later, the 33-song sequence of Skies still has an obvious non-ephemeral integrity that I dare not forget just yet.

Reasons I’ll miss the Twin Cities