Posts Tagged ‘music’

The Wild Heart

Wagon full of pamcakes and Stevie Nicks, yes plz.

 

I wish that albums would be want­ed again because I wish peo­ple would want 12 songs and not just two. I wish that peo­ple could have the fun that we had when we would go and buy an album and lay on the floor and lis­ten to it 50 times. And sing along with the words and just be so touched.”

—Ste­vie Nicks

Posted: February 9th, 2013
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3 MCA

my chrome is shin­ing just like an ici­cle
i ride around town on my lowrid­er bicy­cle  <3

Posted: May 4th, 2012
Categories: My Life 1979-2001, things i like
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i can’t expect you to understand how all these people in this video make me so happy but they do

I’m also fair­ly obsessed with this song.

Posted: September 26th, 2011
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Blood Pressures

New The Kills com­ing soon… The bestest of Valen­tine’s presents!

Satel­lite by the Kills

Posted: February 14th, 2011
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life like weeds

Life Like Weeds
Mod­est Mouse

in this life like weeds

And in the places you go, you’ll see the place where you’re from.
And in the faces you meet, you’ll see the place where you’ll die.
And on the day that you die, you’ll see the peo­ple you met.
And in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been.

in this life like weeds

In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds.
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed.
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.
I know where you’re from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you’re the dirt I’ll breath.
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.

in this life like weeds

All this talk­ing all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there’s noth­ing left to breathe,
And you think you feel most every­thing.
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

in this life like weeds

So you think you’ve fig­ured out every­thing,
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

in this life like weeds

All this talk­ing all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there’s noth­ing left to breathe,
Up until there’s noth­in left to speak.
Up until the data parts in space.

in this life like weeds

Posted: May 23rd, 2010
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An offering.

A mix­tape. Valen­tines. Love.

<3

flowers

Posted: February 15th, 2010
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Best of 2009 #28: Communication without technology

One of the best parts about play­ing and writ­ing music with oth­er peo­ple is in those moments where every­one’s parts come togeth­er into a whole that is bet­ter than you imag­ined or could have planned for and when the song is done you aren’t quite sure how it hap­pened. I like to think of those as tele­path­ic com­mu­ni­ca­tion moments.

This fall we start­ed play­ing in a band with our friend Kev. We are still kind of organ­i­cal­ly learn­ing how to play togeth­er (the logis­tics of musi­cal con­ver­sa­tion), but I think we’ve glimpsed a few of those tele­path­ic moments, too. It all feels incred­i­bly promis­ing.

Posted: December 28th, 2009
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Best of 2009 #10: Album of the Year

Mid­night Boom by The Kills came out in 2008, but I am nom­i­nat­ing it for best album of 2009 because that’s when I actu­al­ly paid atten­tion to it. I prac­tice singing Last Day of Mag­ic when I am dri­ving in the car by myself:

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Posted: December 10th, 2009
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Exitwound

One of my very favorite songs, by one of my very favorite musi­cians, who I hap­pened to know once upon a time.

Posted: October 22nd, 2009
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