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WatchA Learning Lesson in Mixing…
Some songs I threw together and tweaked, hope you enjoy.
Last night
Was fantastic. I really appreciate the Co-op community in East Lansing. During the wee hours of the night, after causing enough trouble, I sat down with a few friends at avalon and we had a little chat about music. One friend mentioned that he likes to listen to the top 25 most played songs, he said it was a window into another person. Now im not sure about that but it did get me thinking about...
The shoreline was far cooler
than the roadside we had only just left behind. Lapped by the frigid waters of Superior, the air that moved at a jogger’s pace over the bay brought our packs from our shoulders and our hands to a mad pursuit for the fleeces we packed almost as an afterthought. We had known that it could get cold here but in truth that term is entirely subjective. And so we were, city boys with only light...
Caleb was asleep,
his head heavy against the glass, each breathe sending out a patch of fog from his slightly open mouth. Nick sat cramped in the middle seat, busy waging war upon my beat up radio, his face twisted as he focused on the controls for the base and treble and flipping the station from static to static to static until he felt satisfied enough with a classic country station playing an old Honky Tonk...
We left the city
for no particular reason other than to see the cracks and papery folds of the white birch and perhaps cross paths with a black bear, hell, even a squirrel that didn’t look as fleshy as bacchus after a stint in the relights of Rome seemed appealing. We needed color and we needed thrills that couldn’t be bought from the corner liquor store and all the clubs and late night girls had grown...
June 2009
2 posts
I just spent
A week on Isle Royale, and it blew my most natural mind.
I bathed in the Earth
I bathed in the Water
I ran with the Moose
I coalesced with kindred souls
And now I am home, and Frank Zappa is on the stereo.
May 2009
29 posts
“One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
By the Relief Office I...”
– W. Guthrie - 1940 - A verse so rarely sung.
Not much beats
The feeling of sun on your back and wind through your hair, riding down the streets of East Lansing on a bicycle. Its wonderful to be able to reconnect with this city in the springtime now that classes are out and the streets are dotted with comfortably clothed window shopper’s and coffee drinkers.
I start my new job in the Dept. of Infectious Diseases this wednesday
Life is good,...
Joh
You are one of those people I always wanted to hangout with in high school, and for whatever silly reason, never did. I would love to get together this summer!
-Ryan
WEll
Its lookin like im an upperclassman now. Heres to singing folk songs and drinking oberon on this sunny first day of summer break!
at 5:00 today
I will be finished with my sophomore year of college at Michigan State University. Half a decade ago I was learning to drive a car and talk to girls. Ha I have this feeling I will be working on both of those for many more years to come. Boy how the times fly.
WatchFor my friend of eight years and counting, Nick Blazak, and all the Men and Women fighting over seas in a costly politician’s war.
Luna Sherpa Who led Neil Armstrong to the Moon... →
The Belly Bloom
We never end
Not within the arms of
Hell nor Heaven
But within the bosom of the earth
The womb of the mother.
Not within scripture or
Our fluorescent jungle
But atop the emblazoned Dawn
The uncertainty of Dusk.
Someday perhaps I will do more than know
Perhaps I will see.
And remember.
Recite its mantra between every breath I breathe.
Become the scribe with stenciled
words over cracks...
Hands down
Beirut is the most interesting band of the 21st century and Zach Condon is a genius from combining old world European folk with a Hebrew Cantoral vocals, ukulele, raunchy brass, and synthesizers. Its fucking genius and you know it.
“Behind a vessel of clouds, a sun wakes up from its lethargy”
– A translation of part of the Sigur Ros song Hafsol.
Prudence
I would call you
Green eyed, perhaps
Blue. I do no know
You yet for your eyes
Nor your scent.
This, this absence
Baffles me and now
I yearn for simple
Genius.
Prudence is my name.
Thick boughs of cork and
Sinew cut the sun into
Passing lanes upon
My faded jeans.
I miss the beat of your
Heart, hushed breathes
Like the grandfather
Ancient above me.
Do you miss my dry lips?
This...
When my Grandmother passed away
I broke down in front of you. I will never forget that day, we parked in the lot next to Depot and ate our DQ icecream in silence for a while. I don’t know if I ever thanked you, but I am stronger everyday because of it. And if anyone ever said I was wise, it is only because I was fortunate enough to experience, to learn, and to remember events like that in my life.
An excerpt from my writing that is...
…preventing me from sleeping tonight.
So how is it that MB technology came to exist and ultimately begin to satiate the modern conception of communication and expression? Robert Heilbroner, a prolific economist of the 20th century suggests that there is a linear progression of technology through time. With each invention being “bound by the constraints of knowledge and capability” of the...
Science, it works bitches →
April 2009
91 posts
“If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot...”
– Bertrand Russell’s Celestial Teapot
Bands to look out for according to Lovegodsway.org →
copycats:
Young Folks by Dawn Landes originally by...
“They that start by burning books, will end by burning men.”
– Heinrich Heine (via hilarylebeuf)
Hilary, this is weird. I just got that quote from my brother not five minutes ago.
“We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue....”
– Saul WIlliams
