i think the quickest way to my heart is through the sound of her voice laughing to the musical notes of sadness. for tonight, i weep for to all that she represents. the vulernablity and power all in the same glorious form. two nights of back to back devastation is not something that i am used to. tonight it was maria taylor, a southern gal with an astounding voice as she belt out this last song: First Time Ever I Saw Your Face The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in […]

between the old and the new, there is a song that makes it possible. this is it by my second to favorite new zealander, bic runga. i saw her along time ago but she still haunts me to this day. we will see next week when i confront my dream of the night with the dream of the day.

i’ve fully embrace the night as my partner in crime. it is during this time, when i am alone and in the darkest hour that i find reason to wake up in the morning. the normal waking hour becomes nothing more than systems of patterns that i am obligated to play out. be this, be here, explain this, pretend you care. it’s only during moments of solutidue that a free form of will takes shape and i began to understand the nature of my patterns. the dreams are defered for an expulsion of self medicating action. most […]

_this is the hope you know.

this is what she sounds like. soft sweet and tender and like the other hope that happens to look like her.

i’ve only two concerts so far this year but it’s all i need to see if it’s at the calibur of damien rice and sigur ros. i just find it so amazing when people go on stage and perform with the kind of passion that people would only reserve for great sex. they had the sweet combination of the sultry sexy female vocalist, the gorgeously sad violin, the whiny passionate male vocals that just came together like two bodies that melt together on a cold winter night. and they even covered a nina simone song! to be […]