Maybe it is classic Fall-time nostalgia syndrome, or the weird/nervous feeling I get around Halloween, or maybe its just one of my many cyclical phases, but I am extremely appreciating The Tragically Hip right now. Memories of summer camp, making out, smashing pumpkins at Forest Hill Junior School, smoking a joint for the very first time, Massey Hall, driving the roads of northern Ontario, fresh bread at Tree planting (nothing tastes better), the smell of the "mountain" in Montreal- all dancing through my pork-pie( its really kind of a strange day) clad head.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Friday, October 14, 2011
he said I'm fabulously rich
Maybe it is classic Fall-time nostalgia syndrome, or the weird/nervous feeling I get around Halloween, or maybe its just one of my many cyclical phases, but I am extremely appreciating The Tragically Hip right now. Memories of summer camp, making out, smashing pumpkins at Forest Hill Junior School, smoking a joint for the very first time, Massey Hall, driving the roads of northern Ontario, fresh bread at Tree planting (nothing tastes better), the smell of the "mountain" in Montreal- all dancing through my pork-pie( its really kind of a strange day) clad head.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Read: Just Kids
"So many had written, conversed, and convulsed in these Victorial dollhouse rooms. So many skirts had swished these worn marble stairs. So many transient soulds had espoused, made a mark, and succumbed here. I sniffed out their spirits as I silently scurried from floor to floor, longing for discourse with a gone procession of smoking caterpillars"- Patti Smith from Just Kids.
Need to get myself here tonight.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
EL GUINCHO BOMBAY
EL GUINCHO | Bombay from MGdM | Marc Gómez del Moral on Vimeo.
So many moments in this video. I dig.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
buddy
I can't stop listening to "Rave on Buddy Holly" - a stellar selection of Buddy Holly covers from a stellar selection of artists ranging from Cee Lo to Modest Mouse, to Patti Smith, who's cover of Words of Love is perfection. Thanks NPR.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday, December 11, 2009
Holly Golightly
Saw Holly Golightly at Mercury Lounge last night with John, Jess and Ben. Her dry British accent is juxtaposed by her throaty singing voice and perfectly complimented by Lawyer Dave's syrupy southern drawl. I hope one day soon John and I will be rockstars and go on tour and have stage banter that is as adorable as theirs.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
READ: Grunge
Kurt and Courtney circa 1992. Throw on some Smashing Pumpkins, peruse this and a plethora of amazing images in Michael Lavine’s book Grunge and you may just have the greatest day you've ever known.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I went and I wish I went
Went: Miike Snow at Mercury Lounge. I had forgotten how much I love that venue. It is super intimate. The band was rockin'. It boggles my mind how people can go to a show like that and not dance. New York audiences, why are you so stiff?
Wish I went: Loudun Wainright III with Rufus, Martha, The Roches and some other special guests played the Highline Ballroom last night. They performed music from Loudon's latest album High Wide & Handsome: The Charlie Poole Project. I'm sure the show was super sweet.
Wish I went: Kings of Convenience on Sept. 10th at Bowery Ballroom. Too bad the show had to coincide with F'sNO. John Pareles' review of the show in the NYTs killed me- an acoustic set so quiet cameras could be heard ( photographers had to be asked to stop taking pictures) and a from the audience vocal guest, Leslie Feist- is (one of) my idea(s) of musical perfection.
Wish I went: Trey Anastasio and the New York Philharmonic at Carnagie Hall on September 12th. I love Trey. The New York Times' review, this time by Steve Smith, really made me feel like an ass for not getting there. This too, is (one of) my idea(s) of musical perfection.Thursday, September 3, 2009
wow bam
it's. oh. so quietit'a oh. so still
you're all alone and so peaceful until...
you fall in love
zing boom
the sky up above
zing boom
is caving in
wow bam
you've never been so nuts about a guy
you wanna laugh you wanna cry
you cross your heart and hope to die
'til it's over and then
it's nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
it's. oh. so quiet
it's. oh. so still
you're all alone and so peaceful until...
you ring the bell
bim bam
you shout and you yell
hi ho ho
you broke the spell
gee. this is swell you almost have a fit
this guy is "gorge" and i got hit
there's no mistake this is it
til it's over and then it's nice and quiet
but soon againstarts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
the sky caves in the devil cuts loose you blow blow blow blow blow your fuse when you've fallen in love
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
You Must Hear This
Tiniest Creature (the latest addition to John's MySpace page). This is John's recollection of how the ditty came to be:
This song was written in Costa Rica, while Mir and I were in "isolation" on orders of Dr. Rafael Guerra of San José.
The day before seeing him, we had both been devastatingly sick with flu-like symptoms,cough and loss of appetite. We checked ourselves into a very fancy hotel, with plans to recover as much as possible, then catch our flight out of San José early the next morning.When we woke up, Miriam was in quite worse shape than I was at that time, and thought it would be a good idea to visit a doctor before flying, as she had pain in her ears and wasn't sure it would have been a good idea in her condition, what with the pressure and all.
We took a taxi from our opulent gringo hotel in the suburbs right into the diesel fume reeking asshole of San José to go to Clinica Biblia, which the ever wise, helpful and stern Lonely Planet informed us was the best hospital in town. (Probably right underneath a list of the myriad problems affecting Costa Rica's health system and how it's a shame that rich gringos can pay to jump the queue....but I digress.)
After a short wait, an English speaking Doctor came to see us. He examined Mir and asked her questions about where we had been, etc. He was a laid back and jovial guy, and didn't seem too concerned about her health. When I brought up the ahem...elephant in the room about a certain H1N1 virus, AKA"swine flu" AKA "Influenza Porcina," he laughed and said probably not.
After Mir's examination he told her he wanted to do a blood test to make sure she didn't have a bacterial infection. We waited a few minutes (this hospital was really top-notch) and Mir had some blood withdrawn. As we waited for the results, I began to realize that I wasn't quite the example of good health that I thought I was that morning. No matter though, we have a plane to catch and by god, we'll tough it out.
Dr. Guerra came back wearing a surgical mask, and was holding two others in his hands. He sat down behind his desk and motions for us to sit in the two chairs in front of it. He gave us the two masks and said to wear them at all times. He suspects we have swine flu. He recommends- nay, commands us - to stay in San José for another week, and as the quarantine form he's filling out to the Ministerio de Salud can attest, has the authority to back it up.
We are sent on our way in our masks, though we do take them off as we walk through the lobby of our 5 star hotel. We board the elevator with two members of the Venezuelan football team and try not to breathe on them (there was never any news about the Venezuelan soccer team being taken down by Swine Flu, although recently it was discovered the President contracted it. I suspect the people behind the Honduras coup gave it to him). We began our isolation in, well, isolation in the loneliest 5 star hotel room in Costa Rica,with the worst room service.
After a couple days of watching American TV and eating Gallo Pinto from room service, we decided to move somewhere cheaper. At this point, we were feeling much better and going kind of crazy being stuck with nothing to do. We moved to a private room at a "luxury hostel", the kind of which seems to exist only in Costa Rica. We walked around downtown, had breakfast in the market and marveled at all the terrible fashion (well, Mir did. I am not a snob).
I saw some guitars in the window of a pawnshop, and thought that this quarantine would go better with a little music, so I bought one. We went back to the hostel,drank a bottle of wine, sort of watched an Adam Sandler marathon, and "Tiniest Creature" is what came out.It could be about the tiny flu bugs we got; it could be about Mir's recently born nephew, Henry Solomon; or it could just be swine flu induced feverish visions that popped into Mir's head. I don't know, because this song was written by Miriam. Enjoy!
The day before seeing him, we had both been devastatingly sick with flu-like symptoms,cough and loss of appetite. We checked ourselves into a very fancy hotel, with plans to recover as much as possible, then catch our flight out of San José early the next morning.When we woke up, Miriam was in quite worse shape than I was at that time, and thought it would be a good idea to visit a doctor before flying, as she had pain in her ears and wasn't sure it would have been a good idea in her condition, what with the pressure and all.
We took a taxi from our opulent gringo hotel in the suburbs right into the diesel fume reeking asshole of San José to go to Clinica Biblia, which the ever wise, helpful and stern Lonely Planet informed us was the best hospital in town. (Probably right underneath a list of the myriad problems affecting Costa Rica's health system and how it's a shame that rich gringos can pay to jump the queue....but I digress.)
After a short wait, an English speaking Doctor came to see us. He examined Mir and asked her questions about where we had been, etc. He was a laid back and jovial guy, and didn't seem too concerned about her health. When I brought up the ahem...elephant in the room about a certain H1N1 virus, AKA"swine flu" AKA "Influenza Porcina," he laughed and said probably not.
After Mir's examination he told her he wanted to do a blood test to make sure she didn't have a bacterial infection. We waited a few minutes (this hospital was really top-notch) and Mir had some blood withdrawn. As we waited for the results, I began to realize that I wasn't quite the example of good health that I thought I was that morning. No matter though, we have a plane to catch and by god, we'll tough it out.
Dr. Guerra came back wearing a surgical mask, and was holding two others in his hands. He sat down behind his desk and motions for us to sit in the two chairs in front of it. He gave us the two masks and said to wear them at all times. He suspects we have swine flu. He recommends- nay, commands us - to stay in San José for another week, and as the quarantine form he's filling out to the Ministerio de Salud can attest, has the authority to back it up.
We are sent on our way in our masks, though we do take them off as we walk through the lobby of our 5 star hotel. We board the elevator with two members of the Venezuelan football team and try not to breathe on them (there was never any news about the Venezuelan soccer team being taken down by Swine Flu, although recently it was discovered the President contracted it. I suspect the people behind the Honduras coup gave it to him). We began our isolation in, well, isolation in the loneliest 5 star hotel room in Costa Rica,with the worst room service.
After a couple days of watching American TV and eating Gallo Pinto from room service, we decided to move somewhere cheaper. At this point, we were feeling much better and going kind of crazy being stuck with nothing to do. We moved to a private room at a "luxury hostel", the kind of which seems to exist only in Costa Rica. We walked around downtown, had breakfast in the market and marveled at all the terrible fashion (well, Mir did. I am not a snob).
I saw some guitars in the window of a pawnshop, and thought that this quarantine would go better with a little music, so I bought one. We went back to the hostel,drank a bottle of wine, sort of watched an Adam Sandler marathon, and "Tiniest Creature" is what came out.It could be about the tiny flu bugs we got; it could be about Mir's recently born nephew, Henry Solomon; or it could just be swine flu induced feverish visions that popped into Mir's head. I don't know, because this song was written by Miriam. Enjoy!
Friday, August 14, 2009
It's Friday, you ain't got no job and you ain't got shit to do.
I can't stop thinking about this cropped motorcycle jacket from Bona Drag. Its 95$ bucks and real, albeit not amazing quality, leather. Online shopping -so awesome, but so dangerous. If only we could download clothes, like music, to try before we buy. 
Saw this play on Wednesday night with my mom (she has been in town all week doing a writing workshop at Columbia University, my mom is the best and I love having her here). The 39 Steps is a hilarious adaptation of Hitchcock's film of the same name. You can actually get half priced tickets for it through TKTS because it is not The Little Mermaid and therefore not at the top of most tourists' list of plays to see. If you are smart and like laughing, I highly recommend it.
Love this painting by Canadian artist Kent Monkman. Saw it on Kimberley Newport - Mimran's blog. KNM is the head designer of Pink Tartan. A successful, ladies-who-lunch kind of line, based out of Toronto.
Jared sent me this link earlier in the week- http://www.terribleyelloweyes.com/. It is an online gallery of various art dedicated to Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are. I know, with a Spike Jonze movie on its way, WTWTA has gotten a lot of hype lately, but Sendak's book is the bomb - the hype is fully deserved.
It might get loud opens today in NY and LA, and elsewhere on the 28th. The film follows Jimmy Page, Jack White, and the Edge over a year -offering insight into their techniques, influences, and approaches to guitar. I can't wait to see these six string savants* tear it up on the big screen.
* I must credit Flavorpill for the amazing alliteration.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I want to be the girl with the most cake
There is something creepy and dark about dolls that I love. I saw these at a little shop in Cape May, NJ over the weekend and I've had Doll Parts in my head ever since. Hole's 1994 Live Through This album kicks major ass and should be listened to/downloaded/owned by all females.
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