Moments

the moments pressed between laughter
and indescribable babble are what you call keepers.

there is something about your eyes,
a deep color i have never found in a crayon.

refound part two

Barefoot on our summer lawn, trying to dance between the leaves we blew kisses through dandelions, talking about nothing in particular as the colors of the sun began to rise and you only asked if I was ok to drive. Out stretched at arms length, we painted ourselves with only glances. All those beautiful voices left vacant without ears, undisputedly forgotten with the next words, “I will not ask you to repeat yourself.” A few minute train ride to ease the passing of the day is all it takes.

refound part one

i say hello to a collage of older thoughts complemented nicely with buttons. four hole buttons and not snaps like the shirt we found that made me feel like cowboy dressed in blue. i hope that your rowboat is filled with admission tickets and the man behind the velvet rope motions to me like he is hailing a cab late night in brooklyn or stumbling out of a bar without direction way too drunk to be walking in a village that we owned that night. kings of pool and the waitresses knew us by first name. pennys and dimes pocketed and the shelf life of those buttons is boundless.

Youth Pictures of Florence Henderson

alright, so you are going to need to do your research
http://www.myspace.com/youthpictures
picture tortoise, explosions in the sky, and reserve 44 minutes for you to lay on your back facing the clouds to listen to this album from a band from Norway. It is fit with lyrics, samples, and the instrumentation of a self imposed title: "post-rock". you be the judge.

Repeat after me

Repeat after me:

Psyche is left alone in the dark, the apothecary’s on vacation, and I am dress inappropriately for the weather.

The music of The Berg Sans Nipple

nothing pleases me more then finding new music. exhaustive searchers that become rewarded like a found picture in black and white or a tarot card that can perfectly extract your emotions. i am not sure if either of these items are true, but i believe in the possibility of something. whether you call her hope or if you just say "hey you", it works either way.
the band is called The Berg Sans Nipple. not new to the game, this is BSN's first on the Team Love record label. although the album was released at the beginning of the year, i am glad i found them right around spring. it is a comfortable mix of the electronic world, the intimately bizarre, and a beautiful landscapes that can turn a pop song under a blanket of fuzz.

start here: http://www.myspace.com/thebergsansnipple

california spring part II

[Never odd or even]

Sounds abound as evening rehearses to say goodbye to the first draft of a painting,
Representing our good friend sky in words like hints of rain,
Slowly entering our palms like wet colors often do,
Entering our fingertips to entertain us like palindromes entertain us.

california spring

You took me to ocean beach in the rain. The wind-shield wipers where on medium to medium-high and we sat and questioned whether the sea was upset. I mentioned that it could have just been frustrated. The waves were white walls with grey blue and when there was an audience of onlookers, we said let's go home.

Let Us Go Sailing

alright, you have to keep your ears open for this one
the debut album comes out tomorrow and its called The Chaos in Order
Let's Go Sailing
http://www.myspace.com/letsgosailing

last Thursday they were featured on ABC's Grey's Anatomy
so you know that others will be waiting to jump on the band wagon
so make sure you get in line first

LGS was formed in LA and combines sweet like honey vocals, indie pop styling with just a hint of sadness lurking beneath the surface.
Although the band has been together since 2001, this will be their first proper release. Make sure you the first to say, "I have this great new band."

au revoir simone

so many days that lead to months that sometimes it disappears faster then it probably should
there is never enough time i have been told, never enough time
although to fill that time, i have been listening to Au Revoir Simone
their first album is entitled: Verses of Comfort, Assurance & Salvation
a nice 8 song ep
and their new album The Bird of Music confirms their brilliance

http://www.myspace.com/aurevoirsimone
here you can check out a few songs
three girls from brooklyn
and although none of them are named simone
the music takes you elsewhere
a place that always makes it feel better
the sound is three girls on keyboards
but it is dream snyth pop at its finest moment
click here to find out why



(they also have a nice photo spread in the new issue of BUST)

stay golden ponyboy

wednesday

so its wednesday today. the third day of the week. probably time for a haiku, keeping with the notion of three, but i have waited and waited and it may be about increasing the font or trying to talk louder over the hum of presents brought about by sound and a color here or there and a dollar for an idea here and there.

I said of the chattering of other birds; for sure I know you know me, making me laugh so loud and hard that it might have bordered on a cackle, like transfers from water to a bird mid-lake, like graces of character mid-flight, like loving a middle name that belongs to you.

and this is the haiku for today:

it’s just a balloon,
which I’ll never admit.
this is your story.

[wonder]

the champagne was marvelous as we listened to each other on our personal hi-fi

(it was a something of a marvel in nine days where the colors of the sky could repair her smile)

"I am bigger than roads on a California street" we said out loud in unison, speaking in a kind of tongue in nightshade,

where evening flowers rested on a birthday cake and your wish was of the perception of something novel and its surprising effects on habit and how it could fit into a bewildered curiosity and a mute surprise within the moment

(I have profound admiration for the glimmer of an open flower)

Was it worthwhile why you were waiting to blow out the candles?
As shifting hues crept upon us in the silent dawn
Our hands drawn
Like a half remembered dream with colored lips in recognition of your shadow
And speaking softly, we are the morning’s golden mist you said

I explained:
“I shouldn’t be in awe, we should not be surprised”

beach house

It is hard to believe that the music of beach house is done by only two individuals (Alex Scally and Victoria Legrand). They seem to capture memories of late summer evenings or that of early fall. Each song holds elements of tranquility that borders on sadness, not tissue sadness.

The Maryland duo create a unique dynamic with cold minimal percussions and warm fuzzed out guitars intertwined with layers upon layers organs.

Their self titled album combines the perfect amount of shoe gazer and psychedelic. Its alluring hypnotic melodies and dreamy vocals gives beach house a spellbinding and magical sound that stays with you long after the album is over.



http://www.carparkrecords.com/beachhouse.mp3
www.myspace.com/beachhousemusic

a first post completed by a poem

a streamlet

For ocean sea, sea ocean, sea of ocean
For ocean sea, sea ocean, sea of ocean sea

For the ocean sea sea ocean
sea of ocean sea

For ocean sea of ocean sea

by land and sea, on sea or land

or rhetorical, like water