25 posts from April 2007

I'm really loving the Sirens and Safety Glass EP by Desa.  You can get it free from their website, or from me right here.  They encourage downloading, as long as you promise to share the songs with as many people as possible.

And yeah I'm testing out this Box widget too.

Loney, Noir

So when a contact at Sub Pop pitched me on their upcoming show, I asked to hear the record so I could get past the name.  I got Loney, Dear's Loney, Noir  in the mail on Friday and I've been listening to it all weekend.  The music upbeat, dreamy and moody and Emil has an exuberant falsetto that reminds me a little of Sigur Rós. 

Now that I hear how good the music is, I've come to finally accept the strange stage name for Swedish singer-songwriter Emil Svanängen.  This record is great.  Go get it.  Then see the band live at The Independent on May 29th.

I wonder if ydnar knows that Pista starts hacking as soon as he leaves his desk.

His Dark Materials Trilogy (The Golden Compass; The Subtle Knife; The Amber Spyglass)

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Book: What book would you like to see made into a movie? 
Submitted by Felipe Anuel.

I'm really excited to see the film adaptation of The Golden Compass.  The book is incredible.  I'm not a huge fan of fantasy or action/adventure, but this book moved me.  I accosted Saul Williams backstage at Great American once and asked him three books I should read before I die, and the His Dark Materials Trilogy by Philip Pullman (The Golden Compass is the first book) was one of his recommendations.

The movie website let me figure out wat my own daemon would be:

As much as I love her, I can usually only understand about 20% of the meaning of Tori Amos' lyrics.  But today about 80% of these are ringing true for me, at least how I'm interpreting them.

Little Earthquakes

So far 2007 has been a year full of unbelievable things, and not necessarily in a good way.  Unbelievable revelations, confessions, dedications, discoveries, tragedies, endings, beginnings, you name it.  They've happened to me personally and peripherally, to the people around me and in the world; many of them bring the added burden of being secrets or undercurrents while others are just big fat bombs with far-reaching fallout.

Sometimes it almost seems too much to bear, but then of course, it's not.  We bear it, that's what we do.  The chorus to this song keeps running through my head:

So let the bombs drop and light up the sky.

P.S. The person who dropped a bomb in the form of a CD a few weeks ago owes me a phone call, at the very least.

I stole this from rosemarypepper's awesome Vox blog (using the Blog this feature, holla!)