When new friends name old friends
Yet no connection runs through
When the spirit wakes to a faded moon
And far away friends reach out to you
The best friend calls for a day off
Nothing like movies, smokes and famous rice to whisk the dreams
Just when you decide to let go
Behold the faith the ultimate love will help you grow
Some days Alice is in Wonderland
Marching with lion and tin man
Maybe tomorrow they will becomes foes
Twisted fate, chewy pretzels
An elegant dance of attracted souls
Bow, there may never be a next show
Passing, real and beautiful
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Tomorrow is Her Birthday
The empty cubicles that bind us.
The embellished holes that define us.
All at once whole.
World within world.
Every moment adds to the story.
Friends, lovers, mothers, me.
The stillness as she contemplates.
Folded knees, enduring heart ache.
Words played in his confined space.
No there to go, he knows, she knows.
Home?
Two untouched pillows.
But they are so much more than this filled cubicle.
Walking eggs afraid to break.
Easy come, hard to hold.
In the end mere beating hearts in the dark.
The door he never closed.
The light she leaves on.
Take Time to Realize........
I love a textured video.
The embellished holes that define us.
All at once whole.
World within world.
Every moment adds to the story.
Friends, lovers, mothers, me.
The stillness as she contemplates.
Folded knees, enduring heart ache.
Words played in his confined space.
No there to go, he knows, she knows.
Home?
Two untouched pillows.
But they are so much more than this filled cubicle.
Walking eggs afraid to break.
Easy come, hard to hold.
In the end mere beating hearts in the dark.
The door he never closed.
The light she leaves on.
Take Time to Realize........
I love a textured video.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Same Why
start and end the yoga with one pose
run around in a circle, but never leave the zone
How you make me feel
How it all comes back down to you
Maybe i think way beyond my league
the questions rotating
not enough of a feed.
3 years to realise what I need
Time to ask, time to know
time to let my feelings show
time to let go of the fear
open up to the daggers you rear
with love and grace
i will take all the blows
stick around when everyone decides to go
can't you give me a sign?
i just want to know if its even close to the same WHY.
run around in a circle, but never leave the zone
How you make me feel
How it all comes back down to you
Maybe i think way beyond my league
the questions rotating
not enough of a feed.
3 years to realise what I need
Time to ask, time to know
time to let my feelings show
time to let go of the fear
open up to the daggers you rear
with love and grace
i will take all the blows
stick around when everyone decides to go
can't you give me a sign?
i just want to know if its even close to the same WHY.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
February Wait
Take a taxi on the side of the road. Stand on the edge and hop off right before the car runs close. Take a picture of the girl in the blue wrap dress. Spot her doctor's bag beside her manicured toes. She blinks hard at the gush of dust. Inches forward as her hair trails the passing bus. Where's your camera? Take a mental picture. Look at her smile. Waiting for the one. And it will come. Then all she has to do, is stretch out her arm.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
DJ for a Night
I wonder.
I wonder what it takes to be a DJ like Tiesto, Oakenfold, LTJ Bukem. I wonder what it takes to be a great DJ. I also wonder what it takes to just DJ.
British electro-soul band, Hot Chip's co-front man, Al Doyle rolled into town last night. Tickets were priced at a hefty $35. Raised eyebrows across the dancefloor for most who had actually turned up to tune into his frequency, most who had probably never even heard of him before. Even to dance to Van Dyke at Zouk, one only had to fork out club admission ($25@Velvet because I am female, and for once I will only "whisper" discrimination)
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The scene was mixed.
The young fashion set well represented in their shiny leotards and quirky vintage bags. The lifestyle writers streamed in, guestlist late with their respective creative director partners, black rimmed glasses in check. The lifestyles of the rich and the expat- brat crowd scattered school canteen style, quick to scrutinize everyone that strolled in after. And of course, there were the party-seeking backpacking tourists, adidas ready and beer hungry.
Pre Doyle, were an onslaught of local DJs, including, a female fashion designer slash rumoured part club owner. Pre Doyle, was an empty dancefloor, the crowd prefering to oil up to each other admist the starlit al fresco adjacent. There was wide screen soccer and waif sweet-young-things, conducting customer surveys on brands, presumably fashion ones.
But the men stopped kissing the men, once a well dressed Doyle took to the turntables. He came in a sportsjacket but soon relegated that fashion statement. He started worldly and ambient, but after the initial hype, the crowd grew lukewarm. A tease on his part? Doyle soon took a raunchy bass heavy electro turn, leaving his audience to revel in his fabulous build-up.
Sexy, soulful, synthetic beats radiated from the speakers. But the crowd was restless and maybe a little too distracted by social signals. Doyle was on point when it came to capturing their attention but less genius at holding it. Soon the DJ was switching from progressive drum and bass to psychedelic Mila Kunis back to raunchy soulful electro all in 3 whole heartbeats, maybe trying a little too hard.
It was a rollercoaster of alcoholic dreams.
Did Doyle play to his audience? Or was good ol Al just here to play the set he worked on a week ago, and really, we were just his obedient dancers?
They say that when Tiesto raises his arms during a set, you wish to bow, because, he is like GOD.
The power of music. A melting pot of sounds, feelings, dreams, emotions. Interconnected and intricately complex. What happens when the DJ takes the helm of a journey through sound. Must every slice of his rhythmic understanding connect with his audience? Or is it the other way around? Does the audience seek the dictation of their DJ? Which maybe isn't such a bad notion, since sometimes all we really want to do IS TO FEEL IT.
This has to be one of my top10 videos:
The power of the music listener. The irony of playing to a select crowd is while the intent sways towards focused appreciation, an inevitability of community culture, is social affection. Being concerned about so and so watching you dance must detract from the ultimate mental and physical enjoyment of the music. When faced with a crowd on edge, is the DJ sensitive to such energy patterns? Or is the DJ setting these energy patterns?
I suppose anyone can claim themselves as Disc Jockeys. Just throw down a few tracks from the ipod at a party or launch a podcast and give yourself a catchy online stage name.
But the good DJs? The ones whose names tweak your butterflies, the ones you actually want to pay to see live....what sets them apart?
I wonder.
I wonder what it takes to be a DJ like Tiesto, Oakenfold, LTJ Bukem. I wonder what it takes to be a great DJ. I also wonder what it takes to just DJ.
British electro-soul band, Hot Chip's co-front man, Al Doyle rolled into town last night. Tickets were priced at a hefty $35. Raised eyebrows across the dancefloor for most who had actually turned up to tune into his frequency, most who had probably never even heard of him before. Even to dance to Van Dyke at Zouk, one only had to fork out club admission ($25@Velvet because I am female, and for once I will only "whisper" discrimination)
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=36068541
The scene was mixed.
The young fashion set well represented in their shiny leotards and quirky vintage bags. The lifestyle writers streamed in, guestlist late with their respective creative director partners, black rimmed glasses in check. The lifestyles of the rich and the expat- brat crowd scattered school canteen style, quick to scrutinize everyone that strolled in after. And of course, there were the party-seeking backpacking tourists, adidas ready and beer hungry.
Pre Doyle, were an onslaught of local DJs, including, a female fashion designer slash rumoured part club owner. Pre Doyle, was an empty dancefloor, the crowd prefering to oil up to each other admist the starlit al fresco adjacent. There was wide screen soccer and waif sweet-young-things, conducting customer surveys on brands, presumably fashion ones.
But the men stopped kissing the men, once a well dressed Doyle took to the turntables. He came in a sportsjacket but soon relegated that fashion statement. He started worldly and ambient, but after the initial hype, the crowd grew lukewarm. A tease on his part? Doyle soon took a raunchy bass heavy electro turn, leaving his audience to revel in his fabulous build-up.
Sexy, soulful, synthetic beats radiated from the speakers. But the crowd was restless and maybe a little too distracted by social signals. Doyle was on point when it came to capturing their attention but less genius at holding it. Soon the DJ was switching from progressive drum and bass to psychedelic Mila Kunis back to raunchy soulful electro all in 3 whole heartbeats, maybe trying a little too hard.
It was a rollercoaster of alcoholic dreams.
Did Doyle play to his audience? Or was good ol Al just here to play the set he worked on a week ago, and really, we were just his obedient dancers?
They say that when Tiesto raises his arms during a set, you wish to bow, because, he is like GOD.
The power of music. A melting pot of sounds, feelings, dreams, emotions. Interconnected and intricately complex. What happens when the DJ takes the helm of a journey through sound. Must every slice of his rhythmic understanding connect with his audience? Or is it the other way around? Does the audience seek the dictation of their DJ? Which maybe isn't such a bad notion, since sometimes all we really want to do IS TO FEEL IT.
This has to be one of my top10 videos:
The power of the music listener. The irony of playing to a select crowd is while the intent sways towards focused appreciation, an inevitability of community culture, is social affection. Being concerned about so and so watching you dance must detract from the ultimate mental and physical enjoyment of the music. When faced with a crowd on edge, is the DJ sensitive to such energy patterns? Or is the DJ setting these energy patterns?
I suppose anyone can claim themselves as Disc Jockeys. Just throw down a few tracks from the ipod at a party or launch a podcast and give yourself a catchy online stage name.
But the good DJs? The ones whose names tweak your butterflies, the ones you actually want to pay to see live....what sets them apart?
I wonder.
What Have We Here
Maybe youtube blogging is my calling
Weird-ass video by weird-ass baldie
Recipie for romance?
Weird-ass video by weird-ass baldie
Recipie for romance?
When all I wanted to do was send you a track....
UPSET.
Its been 2 days and no matter what I do on Garage band, my immaculately amateur macbook skills continue to fail me. I just cannot seem to successfully blend and record tracks.
YES.
My whimisical attempt at podcasting.
It's clear, I am way too old to claim i can figure all this techie shit on my own. The solution to my problem is so clearly laid out to me if only i click on the neccessary "help" option. But last i recall, i am the generation of innovation, out-of-the-box rule-bender! Put it out to the universe and make it happen!
Anyways.
So, here I am on my neglected shell of a blog. Still un-podcasted and not conceding defeat. Therefore, a medley of music videos courtesy of our fine friends on youtube shall temporarily satiate this urge to share.
Enjoy, even though it may be better if you might close your eyes to listen. The visual power inherent in music videos may misguide your unique listening pleasure....
Okay so maybe sometimes, music videos can add a whole new dimension haha...
Its been 2 days and no matter what I do on Garage band, my immaculately amateur macbook skills continue to fail me. I just cannot seem to successfully blend and record tracks.
YES.
My whimisical attempt at podcasting.
It's clear, I am way too old to claim i can figure all this techie shit on my own. The solution to my problem is so clearly laid out to me if only i click on the neccessary "help" option. But last i recall, i am the generation of innovation, out-of-the-box rule-bender! Put it out to the universe and make it happen!
Anyways.
So, here I am on my neglected shell of a blog. Still un-podcasted and not conceding defeat. Therefore, a medley of music videos courtesy of our fine friends on youtube shall temporarily satiate this urge to share.
Enjoy, even though it may be better if you might close your eyes to listen. The visual power inherent in music videos may misguide your unique listening pleasure....
Okay so maybe sometimes, music videos can add a whole new dimension haha...
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