. the xx .

vcr by the xx

. jónsi .

i miss my sister. and she showed me this song.

but it's a good song to get you pumped. and soothed.

at the same time.

go do by jónsi

check out the music video. it's incredible. i've never seen anything like it.

. coldplay .

for you i bleed myself dry

coldplay

yellow

the scientist

{probably one of the best endings to a movie ever. if you haven't seen wicker park. . go watch it. then watch this.}

. yeasayer .

i feel like dancing.

to this song.

yeasayer

ambling alp

:: pulled ::

:: we were never on the scene of the crime ::

the science behind this shoot came from the poem below and the beginning of this movie.

It's a Woman's World

by Eavan Boland

Our way of life
has hardly changed
since a wheel first
whetted a knife.

Maybe flame
burns more greedily
and wheels are steadier,
but we're the same:

we milestone
our lives
with oversights,
living by the lights
of the loaf left

by the cash register,
the washing powder
paid for and wrapped,
the wash left wet:

like most historic peoples
we are defined
by what we forget

and what we never will be:
star-gazers,
fire-eaters.
It's our alibi
for all time:

as far as history goes
we were never
on the scene of the crime.

When the king's head
gored its basket,
grim harvest,
we were gristing bread

or getting the recipe
for a good soup.
It's still the same:

our windows
moth our children
to the flame
of hearth not history.

And still no page
scores the low music
of our outrage.

Appearances reassure:
that woman there,
craned to
the starry mystery,

is merely getting a breath
of evening air.
While this one here,
her mouth a burning plume -

she's no fire-eater,
just my frosty neighbour
coming home.

. benton paul .

my friends and i caught a bit of this concert last weekend.

his voice is pretty solid. and soothing. one to put on your sleep playlist.

benton paul

don't go

. hot chip .

incredible videos. awesome sound.

hot chip

ready for the floor

. throw me the statue .

yucatan gold by throw me the statue

. rilo kiley .

if you think you're bulletproof - you're right.

rilo kiley

i've been listening to this band for a while. and they don't get old.

their music is so diverse, even from itself.

every song is different.

listening is an adventure.

silver lining

with arms outstretched

check out:

bulletproof

close call

i never

do you recognize her voice? she sang on postal service's album give up.

. islands .

"Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness."  ~Maya Angelou

that is how i feel about this band.

islands

and this song.

(kinda sounds like of montreal?)

rough gem

. stars .

this new album blows my mind.

the five ghosts

by

stars

words can't explain how much i adore this group.

one of the bands i've consistently listened to for years.

and for good reason.

fixed

dead hearts 

(my favorite on the album)

. against me! .

sometimes punk rock is taken to extremes.

but in this case.

punk rock = perfection.

against me!

i love tom.

i was a teenage anarchist

love this collaboration.

borne on the fm waves of the heart ft. tegan quin

. an horse .

this is me. in a song. right now.

company - an horse



and this.

postcards - an horse

. robyn .

for ahlin.

swedish version.

robyn

dancing on my own

(please try and tell me this isn't the best thing you've ever seen.)

I'm just gonna dance all night
I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line

[ let the great world spin ]

sometimes you experience a novel so intricate, so encompassing and beautiful. that when you try to explain it to others, you find yourself at a loss of words. which is a shame, because that novel has filled your soul with the most glorious of words. formed into life changing sentences. 

and the least you could do, is tell others about it.

in the words of nicole krauss through leo, 'better to try and fail than not try at all.'

so here it goes.

(no spoilers. promise.)

[ let the great world spin ] by colum mccann

this novel opens with a true act in history.

on august 7, 1974, phillipe petit walked a tightrope wire suspended between the world trade center towers.

this beautiful art was witnessed by thousands below.

with this true event, mccann spins off into the lives of twelve people. all connected to each other through petit.

the reader is introduced to corrigan.

"if he couldn't cure it, he took it on."

"when you tumble. the the test is being able to climb up again."

"pain is nothing. pain is what you give, not what you get."

and lonely housewife claire.

"you can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. we've got no math for heaven."

then estranged lara.

"there comes a point when, tired of losing, you decide to stop failing yourself, or at least try, or to send up the final flair, one last chance."

"i wanted him to curse me, to damn me from a height, for trying to calm my own conscience, for lying, for letting me get away with it, for appearing at his brother's apartment. a further part of me wanted him to actually turn and hit me, really hit me, draw blood, hurt me, ruin me."

"there is, i think, a fear of love.

there is a fear of love."

and wise judge solomon.

"you take your little niche and you make it your own. you ride out the time as best you can. you go home to your good wife and calm her nerves. you kiss her in the elevator because she still looks beautiful, well preserved, despite the years rolling by, she really does."

the ever loving gloria.

"they could not survive without each other. it was like they had spent their lives breathing each other's breath."

jaslyn the culmination.

"i like people who unbalance me."

and so many more.

in four parts, this book transitions from voice to voice, imparting the reader with an array of emotions.

and in the end, you love each character for different reasons.

and appreciate your own definition of the value in life and love.

read it.

. uh huh her .

awesome women from the great states of united america.

uh huh her

not a love song

this isn’t what you thought now

:: that bridge is on fire ::