When someone great is gone. This is a fine year for music! Man… it’s been hard to keep up with all of the good stuff rolling out. This is a modest list of some of the best stuff I’m listening to right now. Of course, some of it is from way back when… but still, I would implore anybody to check out Feist’s new album… also, Mika is a worthy artist to get into… especially if you like tongue-in-cheek pop brilliance. I have yet to write much of anything about The Twilight Singers… but Greg Dulli is pretty much a genius at writing songs front-loaded with dark portent, worldly wisdom, and lamentations that evoke despair and hope simultaneously. Check the Pseudobook Review soon for some actual reviewing (I’m picking up the pen- er… keyboard for the first time in many moons to do this). Until then, here are more Selections:
- Saferwaters - Chevelle
- Can’t Exist - Joseph Arthur
- Rehab - Amy Winehouse
- What the Crap is Podcasting? - Trippin’ On Shrooms
- Share the Land - The Guess Who
- This Magic Moment - The Drifters
- Monster Ballads - Josh Ritter
- Flight 180 - Bishop Allen
- My My - Menomena
- Flyin’ Shoes - Townes Van Zandt
- Bela - Phil Keaggy
- Fields of Gold - Sting
- Take It From Me - The Weepies
- The Park - Feist
- Misguided - Styrofoam
- Friend of Mine - Lily Allen
- Ride on a White Horse - Goldfrapp
- The Killer - The Twilight Singers
- Happy Ending - Mika
Today I worked at Panera, as always. Today I took a short nap in my van, as I often do. Today I enjoyed the weather… I thought about the rain… as I often do. I listened to music, as I always do. I caught up on my missed episodes of Lost on ABC.com. I ate rather well. I drank rather well. I read a little. I wrote a little. I snipped some paper and had a few small conversations. I made some plans… I made some mistakes… I repented and moved on.
I had a friend mention that he felt stuck. That he was glued to the things he hated… unable to rise above them. Staked to the naked here and now. Lacking in movement.
I have broadband and I have not written very much since getting it. Life is so very… filled… and anxious sometimes. Movement, discipline. I am moving around a lot. I am rarely still. I am planned out… sometimes. But I need more iron to sharpen my iron.
I have to catch a ride on the train of the gainfully employed. I am still working at working. Sometimes I’d just rather do anything besides what I’m supposed to be doing. Anybody who reminds me of the movement I am not taking just makes me flippant. “Yeah. YEAH. I know. I know what to do. Thanks.” But I won’t do it. Until I do it.
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Dear God: please be Lord of my life. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to Hell in a handbasket if I don’t let You take control every single day.
There. Simple advice for the simple-minded (me).