Posts I like
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Forest Green by Evgeni Dinev
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PlayThe Cure - Lovesong
(Okay, scratch what I said earlier. One last bit of Love and Hate bonus content… because I know better...
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Reblogged purely to make...
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Rolling ladders are cool.
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Loving this weather! Practicing rudiments has officially moved to the deck.
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“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There...”
Jeff Buckley - Everybody Here Wants You
Still so good. Mick Grøndahl’s bass line. Even through headphones, I can feel it in my chest.
“Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.”
Pudd’nhead Wilson, Mark Twain
“Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them.”
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
“See, I’m a dreamer, man. And when I was a cook I’d always work with people who weren’t dreamers. Like, I was cooking at this restaurant and I put a hot dog on the grill and my kitchen manager came over, and he said, ‘Mitch, put the hot dog up here, in the right hand corner of the grill, so in case you get a whole bunch of orders at once you have all this space available.’ See, that’s how I knew he wasn’t a dreamer, ‘cause the day I give up my dreams is the day I have strategic grill locations. A dreamer has a philosophy: the entire grill is hot.”
Mitch Hedberg
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When you’re a writer, you spend a lot of time not living, because you’re putting all your life and your thought and your effort into your writing. So, after a while, you have this very tortured relationship to the act of writing.
What comes to mind is getting on one of those roller coasters, and it’s like ‘chug chug chug’—you’re going up the thing, and you know you’re about to go down some ‘woosh.’ It’s this sense of anticipatory—like this is going to suck all my energy out of me.
A lot of times, procrastination, for me, isn’t because I’m lazy or I don’t want to write. It’s because I’m trying to store up the mental energy that I know it’s going to take to start, middle, and finish something.
”Mike White, WTF
Ida - F. Boyfriend
There is music, and then there is music. When I listen to Ida, I feel like everything around me changes a little.
“I don’t think that people should strive to be perfect musicians. My favorite drummers are fucking insane—Keith Moon and Bonham and Copeland. Listen to live recordings of those people. They’re this close to train wrecking the entire fucking time, but that’s what’s so exciting about it. That’s why you get the chills when you hear it.”
I think this is a place where I could sit for a very long time.
I never grow tired of Hoagy Carmichael’s “Rockin’ Chair”—any version will do. This one actually features Hoagy, which is neat, and Jack Teagarden, who would go on to perform it lots and lots with Louis Armstrong (including at the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival, which was captured as the concert film Jazz on a Summer’s Day). The bit in the middle where they give each other a hard time is a nice touch.
Just before they start “Rockin’ Chair,” Hoagy smiles and sort of bobs his head. It doesn’t really fit with the tone of what comes before (the sarcastic but straight-faced back and forth with Jack) or after (“Rockin’ Chair” itself). I wonder if he just really liked Jack’s trombone part, or if perhaps he was excited about having nailed the dramatic bit of the presentation.
(“Washboard Blues,” which opens this video, is good, too, with an interesting vocal line that echoes the tiresome chore of washing on a washboard.)
The part where he smiles, he was totally fangirling I think. Much more adorable alternative to throwing a chair/whatever else he used to do when he heard music he liked… :)
monocoleporter’s repost of my post from a year ago sent me on a Hoagy Carmichael listening spree tonight. Sometimes the Internet helps you remind yourself of things you’d like to be doing.
