Monday, October 31, 2011

Thursday, October 27, 2011

spooky

Before we go launching into this weekend of complete mayhem and foolish goulishness, I want to take a moment to remind everyone what Halloween is really about. Contrary to most peoples belief here in California it is not just an excuse to go out and party in outfits that in my opinion should be saved for the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the hotel, or wherever it is you get down. So the story goes... Halloween began over 2000 years ago with the Celtics. It was held to honor the Samhain the so called "lord of death". It was a Druidical belief that on the eve of this festival Samhain, lord of death, called together the wicked spirits that within the past 12 months had been condemned to inhabit the bodies of animals.
It was a pagan belief that on one night of the year the souls of the dead return to their original homes, there to be entertained with food. If food and shelter were not provided, these evil spirits would cast spells and cause havoc toward those failing to fulfill their requests.
So there you have it friends. Don't forget it.


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Peddle Promises


A bit of a clearer rendition from our show at Alta Coffee on Saturday via the lovely Jen.

first timers



Kevin Elliott and I are Cherokee Fade, our love child. We played our first nonlivingroom performance at Alta Coffee shop this past Saturday night with our dear friend Jordan Buckelew. This song Over and Over is one of the first that we wrote, far before we ever thought there would be a record. In the midst of a lot of secrets and some soon to be hard times we found ourselves saying things through music that neither of us would have ever had the balls to say otherwise. If you listen to the song, this is one of those. I'll tell ya'll the story soon enough, but for now, stay tuned. Our record is in the final stages of mixing and we are damn proud of it.

Friday, October 21, 2011

love nat

My dear friend Natalie found this, and appropriately sent it my way.

and now

I felt it pass like a meteor destined to crash with earth missing only by a few million miles. I felt the tension, the slack pull from the rope, the one the keeping me tethered, keeping me in place. For a strained moment, a tight pass, a questionable evening, and now I feel at peace. I feel the walls around me sigh heavily on their own relief. I feel myself stand taller and stop looking looking around to over my left shoulder. I feel my heart beat fainted and the world a little quieter. But if that's a trade I have to make to quiet my thoughts and slow my run, then so be it.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

amortentia

She drank a vile of amortentia. Fell further in love than she had ever imagined possible. The most powerful of all love potions poisoned her from the inside out. It left her mad and half happy most of the time. She left home in search of Nepenthe, the root of forgetfulness in hopes that in blind absence she could find peace again.

:)

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

paris waits for you

  
I stumbled upon this and it makes me feel more than anything other than actually being there, it makes me feel like my time in Paris. The wet cold and rainy streets on one long morning.

rough

LOVE'S SECRET
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
      EVER seek to tell thy love,
      Love that never told can be;
      For the gentle wind doth move
      Silently, invisibly.
       
      I told my love, I told my love,
      I told her all my heart,
      Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
      Ah! she did depart!
       
      Soon after she was gone from me,
      A traveller came by,
      Silently, invisibly:
      He took her with a sigh.

reeling.

I came across a piece of paper that was dated a year ago today. It was stuck in the pages of a book you gave me about stars and their distance. Made me think it had something to do with us, something I didn't see back when. Made me start to think about all the things that take place in short spans of time. It made me think about how some times are demarcated clearly with events or words or goodbyes. It made me think about how things start and those early choices I had made. Made me think I was bad. You always told me I wasn't crazy when the rest of the world was laughing mad. It's hard to believe how fast a year can go and far we can go. Reeling back in has been hard...

LANA DEL REY-VIDEO GAMES



a friend sent this to me. I am obsessed.

Monday, October 17, 2011

a pint

They said you're making dreams
said your drawing out the times
but you just fiddle with the idle hours
and spend the good ones writing rhymes.
Who's to say you are a student and
who's to say they're here to teach.
Who's to say the problems are meant to solve,
who's to say who's incomplete.
I saw you just the other night,
sipping stories about your past,
you had this look upon your tired face
that made we wish the bad times last.
I tasted all your memories
the way they brewed beneath your tongue
and by the time I wanted out of there
there was too far for me to run.
So we shared a pint of sorrow
and talked about last June
and dreamt of what life could be like,
if I wasn't always leaving you.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

my days advice

You can remember the way it feels without going there to feel that way. Find a way to channel the creative and destructive energy without actually destroying anything in your real life. Tangible yet imagined is what were going for. Tangible yet Imagined.

Monday, October 10, 2011

sun gods

He had come from a place where the suns took turns shinning. A place where later was the ever present now and very little was expected of a half hour. She had spent time in his universe, praying to those suns, worshiping their gods, and come home to find herself changed. Traveling across time and space gives you these undeniable gaps in your identity offering and sometimes forcing you to change even when don't you want to, especially when you don't think you need to. He came back to remind her of things she didn't want reminding of and it left a bad a sweet taste in the back of her throat that crept up through her mind. She wanted it gone. She lit her torches and ran him out of her town, denied her praise to his worlds and burned the memory of his sun gods to the ground. When it was all said and done she combed her hair and pretended like nothing ever happened.

Old Crow Medicine Show



The Dream.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

crossed

Seeing you makes the bottom drop out of my thought process. It leaves the contents of my conversation strew across the unswept floor. I'm left standing there piecing together things that were never even meant to be in pieces. Wondering where and why things went wrong. The flux of October brought with it the rain and a chill that only reminded me how the world fails to change here. A part of me wants to pick up, take up somewhere new and forget this ever happened. Pretend like pretending is an answer or even an option. Somewhere in the channels of passing from here to there or then till now we found a sliver of time for us. Existing between two strange and stranger realities in a safe space lit of corridors and inconsequential views. When I check back in to wherever I am when you cross me it takes a few moments to register what happened, but realizing that all the important parts of life are still intact, I find it safe to keep going.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

three

My Sisters and I. 

Photo taken by Ryan Donahue at Salt Creek October First 2011, for the love and wedding of Mike and Lindsay Brophy.

the vitals

      

         "I have something to protect," said the sky to the sea.
          They had been talking for sometime on the nature of whose space were more vital, more lovely, just more. It was the kind of conversation that could last days, a conversation that carried far over time as a distant friend. In the crossing of paths they would address the issue. In the space between the two was everything else.

Monday, October 3, 2011

surreder

He said, "I'm no good with this." But it wasn't something to get good at. It was something to get on with, something to let go of. Finding a fragile way to face the very things that make us who we are is all a part of the process. Letting things and people fall away when the time is right is an inevitable part of growth. To second guess our ourselves is to defeat the very reason we made such choices, forced said surrender. It takes the strength of the world to stick to yourself, even when you know you are right. Force the surrender.