This song makes me think of birthdays and cupcakes. I guess I might celebrate differently than others.
Here’s a live version, recorded about 10 years before Hanneman passed away.
“The line starts here.”
This song makes me think of birthdays and cupcakes. I guess I might celebrate differently than others.
Here’s a live version, recorded about 10 years before Hanneman passed away.
“The line starts here.”
Thanks to whoever introduced me to Lord Huron this year. This song is like a sleepy summer daydream, cool sheets, fan whirring, somewhere in the mystical space between asleep and awake.
“If you ever wanna see my face again, I wanna know…”
It’s a total bop and the video is weirddddd, created by artificial intelligence.
“Will you say my name?
Has the memory gone? Are you feeling numb?
Or have I become invisible?”
But instead I’m doing that thing where I obsess over song lyrics.
“All is lost again
But I’m not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away”
That’s some Breaking Benjamin.
It’s a new moon and a good time to reset my focus. I’m taking risks, and y’know, being a damn idiot…but carpe diem.
If I don’t get what I want, it will never, ever be for lack of trying. I will say the words, try a different route, rip it apart to rebuild anew…but I will try. I will not collect dust…I will take your breath away.
Current mood…and a side note, the music for American Horror Story: Hotel was genius…GENIUS.
In the last post, I mentioned I dream in songs. I also frequently think in songs. Sitting here, gazing out the window, and boom, another song, clear as day:
“Got to get you out of my mind,
But I can’t escape from the feeling.
As I try to leave the memory behind
Without you, what’s left to believe in?
…
And I wonder
Do you ever feel the same?
In whispering darkness
Do you ever hear my name?”
This video is haunting, beautiful, strange…very “American Horror Story” long before there was such a thing.
I dream in songs all the time…like, all the time. Sometimes, the songs don’t make any sense at all to me when I wake, and sometimes they are super obvious. Last night, it was Duran Duran’s “Is There Anyone Out There,” one of my favorite songs from their first albums. I was singing in an empty stairwell at night in the rain:
“I never found out what made you leave.
And now the day’s over, just an hour to go.
Well I tried to phone last night but you never answered…
Just left me ringing on the line.”
Of course, in my dreams, I can carry a tune. What a transparent tune for all that’s been on my mind. I sang the whole song in my dream in an echoing stairwell, walked down a dark sidewalk alone in the rain, then woke up.
In between my three jobs, I did manage to go see Breaking Benjamin’s acoustic show with one of my homeboys. AWESOME awesome awesome.
They sounded great! Loved their cover of “Would.”
Someone’s pretty good video from The Orange Peel of “So Cold:”
Next show: Slayer!
SLAYER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember “Rumble Fish?” Matt Dillon and Mickey Rourke, even a little Nicolas Cage. Black and white. Cool.
“There’ll be a time when I won’t remember what I was afraid of.”
And my life’s a penitence, for what?