tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56270092012-01-02T19:31:16.066-08:00funky little demonsHURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIMEshanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-7474189988688912792011-05-30T13:30:00.000-07:002011-05-30T15:01:42.037-07:00One Day Goodbye Will be Farewell"Hey, Dorothy!"This is how I greeted my friend Michele when I finally reached her. She rode out an EF5 tornado last Sunday in a basement with her mother & neighbor. At first, I could only hear anger & frustration in her voice--and emergency vehicle sirens in the background--but later, the laughter & kindness that I love about her rose to the surface and I felt a shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-4702331320845437982007-07-08T06:51:00.000-07:002007-07-08T07:42:27.517-07:00a Socialism of the heartMaybe you know this. All of Billy Bragg's albums have been reissued, repackaged, remastered and padded out with a second cd of demos, b-sides, etc. I've picked up three on the cheap so far. Some of the bonus stuff won't be getting a second spin, while some of it is pretty cool and I'm glad to be able to replace my tape copies with proper sounding cds. The artwork is shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-89144217451071444882007-02-26T15:44:00.000-08:002007-02-26T15:50:58.497-08:00Northern ScumI've often said that the Housemartins were my favorite band when I was sixteen. But who knows? I think there were ten versions of me back then and one of them really loved the Housemartins. To the bewilderment of the me who couldn't stop listening to Psychocandy. And that version really annoyed the me who was trying to explore all the murky nooks and crannies in Fables of the shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-18749960124760440042007-02-19T10:39:00.000-08:002007-02-19T10:53:42.952-08:00Tell me why Wendy's is using Blister in the Sun to promote a hamburger. Are they hoping that the song has been played at so many parties and high school dances that we'll all think "Yeah! Good times!" instead of "Yeah! Strung out...stained sheets...failed relationship...hot blisters...I could go for a burger!"There are people sawing through the wall of the apartment across the hall. I'm not shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1159844498445212362006-10-02T19:39:00.000-07:002006-10-02T20:01:39.463-07:00Somewhere Apart13 months lost in space. Where is my mind, indeed? I have to learn this all over again. I would ask that you bear with me but I know you're not there. Squinting, I see the audience is rather stiff, some of you are missing limbs, your wigs are slipping and your eyes don't blink. The popcorn buckets have become homes for mice. That's ok. Tomorrow after work I will be searchingshanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1125596799180805122005-09-01T10:44:00.000-07:002005-09-01T10:46:39.186-07:00Four more years!!Four more years!!Four more years!!shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1125152251692567132005-08-27T07:04:00.000-07:002005-08-27T07:17:33.246-07:00Doncha missit! Don't you miss it.Holy F! So I recently finished writing the notes for a couple mix cds I've compiled over the past few months. I was bemoaning the fact that the sound quality is so low on Born Under Punches because none of the Talking Heads albums had been remastered yet. Today I find out that not only are they being remastered, Rhino is doing them up big. Comes with shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1123824848657365612005-08-11T22:20:00.000-07:002005-08-11T22:34:08.663-07:00Damn. If everything works out I should be in live music ecstacy the next three months:August 23 is White StripesAugust 30 is the Retribution Gospel Choir, which is Alan from Low and Mark from Red House Painters & Sun Kil Moon = sweet beautiful rock.September 10 is InterpolOctober 8 is Acid Mothers Temple & the Cosmic Inferno. I will find my 3rd Eye. Just sayin.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1123823893860378832005-08-11T22:16:00.000-07:002005-08-11T22:18:13.860-07:00Stupid Cunts.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1123823772972662062005-08-11T21:19:00.000-07:002005-08-11T22:16:13.016-07:00Reality seems to be getting crazier by the day and I hate where this train is headed. I used to think I was kind, considerate and patient (no bragging here) but more often than not I just feel like David Lynch's Angriest Dog in the World. "The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. Bound so tightly with tension and anger he approaches shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1123820345049264032005-08-11T21:11:00.000-07:002005-08-11T21:19:05.050-07:00It has been so oppressively hot lately. I had to freeze a washcloth and wrap it around my neck to sleep last night. Good time for a beer then. A lighter one would be more sensible but I couldn't pass up the Strap. Hit me again.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1123819758329803462005-08-11T20:59:00.000-07:002005-08-11T21:09:18.336-07:00Stupid worthless Constantine movie. I gave it a chance. I hated it.I have a new issue of Hellblazer on a table across the room waiting to sear the pointless indulgence of this movie from my memory. grumble. meh.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1118994165406070142005-06-16T23:52:00.000-07:002005-06-17T00:42:45.680-07:00Lying in bed last night, staring at the dark, listening to the fan, I thought of a friend--someone I've known since I was 17, someone I love, someone I once thought I loved loved. I don't know when I talked to him last. I never email, I don't visit on my rare trips to Joplin, I have the vaguest idea what's going on in his life. And yet, I still think of him as my friend. There's a Summer shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1115921423139584782005-05-12T11:03:00.000-07:002005-05-12T11:10:23.143-07:00One man dreamt that he was chased up a tree by a vicious Roast Leg of Lamb. He sat in the tree weeping with hunger while the Leg of Lamb ran round and round and thrust its knob of bone at him in a menacing way. Shortly afterwards the Leg of Lamb was joined by five or six spiteful Boiled Eggs who whispered the most dreadful lies about him. -- Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, pgs 328-9.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1112849443375497282005-04-06T21:42:00.000-07:002005-04-06T21:50:43.376-07:00Happy National Tartan Day! If you were here I'd share my excellent Oban Single Malt with you--but you're not, so I guess I'll just have to drink more. Darn. Slainte mhor agad!shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1111996373741671452005-03-27T21:52:00.000-08:002005-03-27T23:52:53.746-08:00Hey. I guess Easter's as good a time as any to stop hibernating. Precedents have been set. Didn't realize I'd be coming across this bit of crappy news though. Apparently Paul Hester, the drummer from Crowded House, was found dead hanging in a park in Melbourne. And that just sucks.During my absence I finished Crime and Punishment. Winter seems a good time for Russian literature. I kept a shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1106152149607437592005-01-19T08:25:00.000-08:002005-01-19T08:29:09.606-08:00if i were a groupie
Oh man...Brendan Perry and Lisa Gerrard are working together again. Looks like Dead Can Dance will be hitting all our favourite atmospheric European cities in March/April. So if I strike it rich soon, I'll be spending a few days in Warsaw and St. Petersburg. I'll be the one wearing black and a serious expression.
shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1105562453879576562005-01-12T12:33:00.000-08:002005-01-12T12:40:53.880-08:00"I want to look twenty but I can't deliver"
Actually, I can but not today. The weather and my having a day off followed by a late shift tonight has left me abashedly unkempt. Thanks to my friend Sid I have become a Chameleons fan, albeit 20 years after the fact, and I sit here in my peejays listening to their 1986 album Strange Times for the fourth time in less than 24 hours. It carries such ashanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1104730752167622072005-01-02T17:12:00.000-08:002005-01-02T21:39:12.166-08:00In no particular order, here are my top ten albums from 2004:
Tom Waits - Real Gone
Tears For Fears - Everybody Loves a Happy Ending
50 Foot Wave - s/t
Patti Smith - Trampin'
Interpol - Antics
Bjork - Medulla
Stina Nordenstam - The World is Saved
PJ Harvey - Uh Huh Her
Sonic Youth - Sonic Nurse
Luna - Rendezvous
I would have added Diamanda Galas to this list for Defixiones/Will and Testament shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1102051591339456482004-12-02T21:11:00.000-08:002004-12-02T21:26:31.340-08:00"I remember how my father described him. He said, 'This young Captain I'm bringing home--he despises art. Can you imagine? Despises it--and yet he does it in such a way that I can't help loving him for it. What he's saying, I think, is that art has failed him, which, I must admit, is a very fair thing for a man who has bayoneted a fourteen-year-old boy in the line of duty to say.'" --Sylvia shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1099508329553508372004-11-03T11:53:00.000-08:002004-11-03T10:58:49.553-08:00Idiots rule.
shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1096732729172913312004-10-02T08:48:00.000-07:002004-10-02T08:58:49.173-07:00i was wearing eye liner she was wearing eye-li-ner
Overheard at last night's Pixies show: "This is just like my College Days!"
groan
shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1095089971658107552004-09-13T08:31:00.000-07:002004-09-13T08:39:31.660-07:00"The page is from an anti-Semitic weekly published in Riga, Latvia, during the German occupation of that little country. It is six months old, and offers tips on gardening and home canning. The Maori is studying it very earnestly, in the hopes of learning what we would all like to know about ourselves: where he is, what is going on, and what is likely to happen next."
--Rabo Karabekian
shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1094472220779832642004-09-06T04:47:00.000-07:002004-09-06T05:03:40.780-07:00hoom
I have a tendency toward withdrawal and letting things happen rather than taking action. I would like to turn my talent for idleness into meditation or yoga. This blog spent some time as "grown tree-ish" in reference to that state. I was reading The Two Towers and Fangorn said something about the Ents becoming more like their charges over the years, silent and rooted.
shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1094363509766896662004-09-04T19:50:00.000-07:002004-09-04T22:51:49.766-07:00funny how time flies
So sayeth Tears For Fears. I don't know where to start...
At first this blog was called "a glass hotel" for the Robyn Hitchcock song on Eye. I love that album, as well as much of what he does. I have RH quotes scattered about my mental space like Surrealist fortune cookies, but there is a pretty straightforward line from the song, I try to keep it in mind--"there's nothingshanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1093970826428417582004-08-31T09:44:00.000-07:002004-08-31T09:47:06.430-07:00...cobwebs....
....tumbleweeds....
.....crrreeeak.....
shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1088490756031593452004-06-28T23:12:00.000-07:002004-06-28T23:32:36.033-07:00Was there a wind chime above my bed, a slow train in my back yard? Did I dream of ghosts with violins and bells, gypsy children playing instruments rummaged from attics? Did I float through a Chagall, green-faced & goaty, warm windows and shadows on snow? Muted trumpet, accordion, whispered helium-pitched Icelandic girl, computers--I just saw múm at The Bottleneck. And a chick to my right shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1086244803812855802004-06-02T23:40:00.000-07:002004-06-02T23:40:03.813-07:00trying something new... shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1086243601496171212004-06-02T23:18:00.000-07:002004-06-02T23:20:01.496-07:00My friend Sid is having an awesome and envious time in Japan. If you ain't got nothin better to do, you need to get yerself some winkie.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1086208971942534012004-06-02T13:19:00.000-07:002004-06-02T13:42:51.943-07:00detritus
+Currently listening to God - The Anatomy of Addiction from '94. Seven years ago my bus from Cork to Rosslare had stopped next to some huge machine that was ramming posts into the mud for a new dock. At times the bass and percussion are sort of like that, then it calms to a humming bass wave fluctuating behind bongos, raspy vocals, a skronking woodwind cacophany, a heartbeat. It's shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1085975314444329672004-05-30T20:32:00.000-07:002004-05-30T20:48:34.446-07:00"I'm no Sufi but I'll give it a whirl"
Drinking a cold New Belgium Blue Paddle and eating olives: briney Kalamata, herbed Sicilian, buttery Castleventro. It makes for a nice afternoon.
I've been listening to Patti Smith's Trampin'. I wanted to mention it a month ago but didn't know what to say. I could never do it justice anyway. Much of this album places me in an open field under a shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1085850645903207332004-05-29T10:08:00.000-07:002004-05-29T10:10:45.903-07:00You probably didn't come here to wade through twaddle about Morrissey so maybe I'll leave it at this. As I said, I do enjoy the new album and I'm glad he is still around, but I also think he fell well short of what he might have been aiming for, and what I know he could have produced. That album cover is provocative, seeming to promise stylish and literate confrontation...M. has been holed up shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1085670311356849712004-05-27T08:01:00.000-07:002004-05-27T08:09:16.280-07:00Mmmm...coffee. When did I become such a grampa, I wonder. My brother used to say I dressed like a cool old person, referring to the thrift store cardigans. I was actually going for a Teenage Midwest Housemartin look but unfortunately I think I've always appeared a bit homeless as well. These days I have the Housemartin hair by default--except for the cross shaved on the side. Theirs, not shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1085641802488378632004-05-27T00:08:00.000-07:002004-05-27T00:10:02.486-07:00Learn Hard Ave.
Sometimes something cool happens that reminds me why I moved here.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1085211230306660442004-05-22T00:27:00.000-07:002004-05-22T00:33:50.306-07:00Morrissey doesn't need me to champion his new record. Fans will be delighted and the haters will keep on hatin'. But, as promised, the trepidation I felt on first listen has melted away and I can be counted among the delighted. I may be the one guy in Larrytown blaring "You Are the Quarry" from my dusty blue Corolla like it's Outkast or DMX. I actually skipped in to work today because of thisshanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1085030952123692962004-05-19T22:27:00.000-07:002004-05-19T22:29:12.123-07:00E=MChammershanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1084946253446034912004-05-18T22:43:00.000-07:002004-05-18T22:57:33.446-07:00The neglected blog--windows cracked, yard overgrown, kids all say it's haunted daring each other to sneak in through the root cellar. And here I am leaving mysterious tracks in the dust...scamper scamper scurry swish.
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Ex-pat Haiku for JSA
Tokyo, a song
Off the Thompson Twins album
'Here's to Future Days'.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1082048012790820832004-04-15T09:53:00.000-07:002004-04-15T09:56:25.186-07:00speech coach maybe?
Bush, referring to Libyan leader Moammar Gadhafi:
"By the way, they found, I think, 50 tons of mustard gas, I believe it was, in a turkey farm, only because he was willing to disclose where the mustard gas was."
Er...
By the way, they found, I think, a strip of beef jerky, I believe it was, in Bush's head...
I know this is nothing new but I had to bring it up because I'm shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1081833057331979732004-04-12T22:10:00.000-07:002004-04-12T22:13:47.030-07:00Once in a Lifetime
And you may find yourself living in
Northeast Kansas
And you may find yourself behind the
counter at a large retail store
And you may ask yourself--Well...
how did I get here?
And you may say to yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?
(apologies to David Byrne)shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1078288464272324242004-03-02T20:34:00.000-08:002004-03-02T20:36:32.590-08:00Happy birthday Dr. Seuss!shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1073027231778662072004-01-01T23:07:00.000-08:002004-01-01T23:08:19.716-08:00MMIV
If perhaps you have made a resolution to be more charitable let me take this opportunity to direct you to the link "feeding people" on the right side of this page. Clicking on it will take you to The Hunger Site, which provides information on the world's hunger problem and allows you to donate food for free. You simply click on a button that takes you to a page of site sponsor links and shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1072941572017806852003-12-31T23:19:00.000-08:002003-12-31T23:20:38.810-08:00Vegetarian stroganoff and Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978). Creepy.
Maybe Tom Jones, the singer, once had cultural significance but at this point seeing him do "Burning Down the House" makes me retch. He looks like a slough-faced bug-eyed Jim Henson creation.
Spanish champagne has knocked me cross-eyed.
I liked Moby's sweater, but "Creep"-- I don't know.
Then again, I'm ringing in shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1070576544073796012003-12-04T14:22:00.000-08:002003-12-04T14:25:58.793-08:00I should add that, despite my polywog fondness for "The Ghost in You", Mirror Moves is embarrassingly lite compared to the first, even second album. Which is why it's probably the one pre-John Hughes album of theirs you're likely to have heard the most songs from without ever having listened to the whole thing. And it fits in well with the rest of the "not-quite-gold-but-something" I was shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1070527239745282012003-12-04T00:40:00.000-08:002003-12-04T00:41:18.826-08:00read the paper
rearrange the lies
Hey--Smallfry here, listening to Psychedelic Furs and feeling grumpy about the govt. Richard Butler's voice makes me think of trains at night and highway traffic on the overpass echoing downstream to my childhood shack by the river. Maybe it has the same timbre, same harsh melancholy. But also a bit like the "wanh-WANH" adult voices on Charlie Brown. Howevershanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1070437026184186262003-12-02T23:37:00.000-08:002003-12-02T23:37:44.106-08:00A winter sky today. Ragged inky cloud-smudged cold grey. The night turned to rain, the cat hid in the kitchen. I've renamed her Fatty Fishwhiskers.
Walking around downtown with my armfull of mail, admiring the Christmas decorations, I passed an old guy in overalls and cap (much like my Grampa Clarence but with more pens in the chest pocket). He smiled at me and said "Heya Smallfry."
Old shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1068156380523808792003-11-06T14:06:00.000-08:002003-11-06T14:06:18.850-08:00November spawned a monster
Thus begins 33 A.S.--Anno Shaneishanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1067543469321784842003-10-30T11:51:00.000-08:002003-10-30T11:52:41.083-08:00ongoing search for personal holidays
Tomorrow is Samhain. No, not the Danzig band, I mean the face behind the Halloween mask. I'm no expert but I've been doing some reading. Samhain, the end of summer, the last Harvest festival, herds were culled to insure enough fodder to last the winter. Midway between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice October 31 was one of two days when the veilshanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1066159409145654722003-10-14T12:23:00.000-07:002003-10-14T12:23:28.943-07:00"A good heart these days is hard to find."
Maybe this isn't as funny as I think it is. I don't have a cell phone but I can just imagine how cool I'd feel with Feargal Sharkey or Kajagoogoo ringtones. Click through to listen to whatever catches your eye.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1065932225235898992003-10-11T21:17:00.000-07:002003-10-11T21:17:05.166-07:00Jason says, "Will you tape Trading Spaces for me while I'm seeing Slayer?"shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1065250655805751332003-10-03T23:57:00.000-07:002003-10-03T23:57:35.980-07:00"We're sick of being jerked around, we all fall down."
My friend Sid was recently extolling the pleasures of Fall nights spent shimmying to classic REM and I really must second this. If anyone were to walk in on me while I'm listening to "Can't Get There From Here" or "I Believe"...well, let's just say that Michael Stipe, Peter Garrett from Midnight Oil, and Tim Booth from James taught me how toshanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1065101121178430592003-10-02T06:25:00.000-07:002003-10-02T06:25:21.010-07:00I dreamt I was watching a show about a Mithraic resort, all shots of dancing wheat and gourmet food with a dark undercurrent of sacrifice. Like Children of the Corn meets the Travel Channel. That's what I get for reading about Armenia and going to bed with a headache. No mention of Mithraism though. Not sure what brain fold I've been hiding that in. Some say the geography fits. Some say it shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1065074185172797062003-10-01T22:56:00.000-07:002003-10-01T22:56:25.370-07:00October Country
I'm beset by devils. Anti-cherubs & cartoon Satans. At some point I walked through a doorway in a dream and woke up in a different life. Ray Bradbury has the cure.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1064737731028121442003-09-28T01:28:00.000-07:002003-09-28T01:28:50.883-07:00Went to Joplin this morning. Three hour drive from the Plains to the Ozark Plateau. Sun in my face. Ditch-daisies everywhere, bouncing golden pinwheels. Another yellow flower, towers of clustered upturned cups. Fluffy purplish-white blossoms bending on stalks. Shimmering cottonwood and a tall grass like cattails. I'd like to see this place before the settlers and farms. The sea of grass, shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1064530585916355322003-09-25T15:56:00.000-07:002003-09-25T15:56:26.093-07:00fear and loathing
Speaking of dreams and The Matrix, I have been trying not to think about the fact that Hollywood is bastardizing another one of my favorite comic books and casting Keanu Reeves as John Constantine. After the travesty of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (go here for an appreciation of what the book really has to offer) I can't even begin to give this one a chance. But as shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1064525654067605792003-09-25T14:34:00.000-07:002003-09-25T14:34:13.876-07:00Ok, the Mormons don't yet know that I lied to them but I'm a bit unnerved after what happened yesterday. I was in the basement of the public library looking for The Crystal Cave by Mary Stewart (a book I read in 8th grade and I remember enjoying but I only recently found out it was the first of four). It's always checked out. I'm almost afraid to revisit the story after seeing her work labeledshanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1064357482854573702003-09-23T15:51:00.000-07:002003-09-23T23:43:07.470-07:00Mormons gave me West Nile
This town is surrounded by farms and fields. I've watched the corn grow and now the stalks are dry and rattle in the wind. Last year there was a maze (or should I say maize?) cut in one of the fields for people to get lost in but I think this summer was too hot for it. I haven't seen any signs. It's easy to buy local products here and it makes me happy. The tofu shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1064355578464396442003-09-23T15:19:00.000-07:002003-09-23T15:19:38.350-07:00now playing: Gala - lush
I've had this cd forever and just noticed three tracks were produced by Tim Friese-Green of Talk Talk. "It's My Life" has been one of my favorite songs since my sad days of yard sale parachute pants but "Laughing Stock" and "Spirit of Eden" are the albums you should look out for. They're orchestral, organic, and will melt you like sugar in a rainstorm. All of which shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1064298709681279522003-09-22T23:31:00.000-07:002003-09-22T23:31:49.363-07:00now playing: The Mess We Made - Matt Elliott
Tomorrow is Mabon. Alban Elfed. The Autumnal Equinox. The first day of Fall. Tomorrow, day and night will be equal and here in the Northern Hemisphere the nights will continue getting longer and the days will lose their heat. When people were more aware of our dependency on the seasons this was a Harvest Festival, a Thanksgiving. People shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1064041903695160642003-09-20T00:11:00.000-07:002003-09-20T00:11:43.683-07:00In line at the bank today there were two girls together ahead of me wearing the thin clingy sweatpants with the words on the butt (ass-vertisement?). The cell phone of the shorter girl goes off and her ringtone was that "all that she wants is another baby" song. Such a classy moment. Why not "Get Off" by Prince? Or even Rick James' "Super Freak"?shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1063613168628552242003-09-15T01:06:00.000-07:002003-09-15T01:09:53.740-07:00ship without a rudder
I'm just back from seeing Evan Dando. Some of the old songs were rusty. Some of the new songs were great. A country influence. I miss Juliana Hatfield in the background. I'm reminded that along with the quirkiness and the "moment passed very quickly" tracks like Mrs. Robinson, Lemonheads had some pure moments and melancholy songs that I loved. I found myself thinking shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1063528360494782132003-09-14T01:32:00.000-07:002003-09-14T01:32:40.476-07:00Happy birthday Hot Tamale!! If I had a million dollars I would take you here.shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1063528151992393512003-09-14T01:29:00.000-07:002003-09-14T01:29:11.993-07:00The Dumb Waiter
Is there anyone up there? How stupid do they think I am? Maybe the question is how stupid am I really? In the grand scheme of things I suppose it isn't the end of the world. So I sat through one of the most absurd excuses for a movie I can remember. I'm a fan of the Absurd. Hell, I've been waiting for Godot for ten years now.
I'm trying to refrain from forbidding you to shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1063408740604113032003-09-12T16:19:00.000-07:002003-09-12T16:19:00.680-07:00I never disliked Johnny Cash but I ignored him for years because I associated his music with my stepdad whom I did kinda dislike. And the only JC song I can remember him playing is "A Boy Named Sue" so that didn't help. I still don't care for that song, although it makes me smile to hear it in the context of the San Quentin album with the prisoner-audience obviously enjoying it. Call me shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627009.post-1063385314828898582003-09-12T09:48:00.000-07:002003-09-12T09:48:34.756-07:00"Take this weight from me, let my spirit be unchained."shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04443283655456790717noreply@blogger.com0