"stay down" — silversun pickups
Smothering our sons and daughters
Some swim, some float
Washed out of particular seasI wanna swim in a beautiful ocean
Feel waves with low emotion
A little change, a little hopeSome words ring better than others
Limiting the sounds we mutter
Some sing, some don't
A little piece of a beautiful world
Once said and overheardJust another sign
Best to keep that body down
the velvet teen — "no one gets the best of me"
Yeah, some say that this life ain't the only one we get
I once claimed that I'd found myself when I'd only been chasing my own silhouetteSo point the finger at whom you like
Or raise your head and curse the sky
It makes no difference
That's why I never could decide
the velvet teen — gyzmkid
one of the coolest-sounding songs? or the coolest-sounding song? you decide
Do the people you love
Still come greet you like you'd never left off
Or has your skin become too rough
Is it too hard to even keep in touchYeah, i try my best, but when i can't
And i'm away, know you've all my love
In this sea turtle moment
Dirty Projectors — "The Bride" and "Two Doves"
Whose cascading empathy could really reach beyond tomorrow?
This is a fantastic album, with a good mix of strange meditations and dance-ish hooks. The harmonies. Everybody knows about these voices. But if you don't:
Don't confront me with my failure!
luxury — parallel love
Near as I can tell, this song isn't based on Only Revolutions. But it might as well be.
I'm thinking too much about how it's been 20 years since I was 16. That songs about love used to move me, movement implying a future location different from this one. You can make an argument for a present tense of movement, dancing, but I didn't re-learn to dance until I was 30 and then 3 years later the dance halls closed and we can't breathe each other anymore, sweaty in the glimlight of a bar going gone. Brief bloom of youth out of season. So now love is a word in a song that fits anywhere and refers only to a feeling a human body used to be able to have, that motivated so many long days and nights, but also ultimately served primarily as an anchor in both good and bad measure, while my mind flayed itself against the shore repeatedly seeking somehow to both swim and stand, never ceasing, never happy, never full.
Nilüfer Yanya - Safety Net
you'll never believe it, but I think this is: a great album!!!
I'll never be a safety net. It doesn't matter what you get, go!
So go on and place a bet. I'll never be a winner, babe, I know
I'm not trying to be someone
I'm not trying to be someone
I'm not trying to be someone I'm not
Ive is quick to look ahead. “Success is the enemy of curiosity,” he says. And for Ive, curiosity has taken on an almost moral or religious quality. “I am terrified and disgusted when people are absolutely without curiosity,” he says. “It’s at the root of so much social dysfunction and conflict…. Part of why I get so furious when people dismiss creativity is that [when] it’s an activity practiced in its most noble and collaborative form, it means a bunch of people who come together in an empathic and selfless way. What I have come to realize is that the process of creating with large groups of people is really hard and is also unbelievably powerful.”
I think all the time about what leads people to be not just incurious, but proudly so. We have a world wherein simply surviving can take up all of your available energy. People need room and rest to be willingly curious. I've always had a curious bent that won't let me rest even when I'm exhausted from work. But it's gotten harder and harder to feel it's worth the energy to learn things for their own sake.
But then there's the inverse, where people who have an easy life, with surplus resources and time to spare, also tend to be incurious. Because they don't need to be? Is a lack of curiosity something that emerges from lack and from luxury? Is there something else within people that trends one way or the other, and if so, why? Then there's also the power structure angle wherein people are ready to be assured that the answers are already known, fundamentalism of all kinds.
... But then why are the people most likely to say "do your own research" on topics also the most likely to believe the least-plausible, conspiratorial explanation? Here I am, winding down too many paths, literally not even realizing until now that I guess I'm illustrating my point.
Anyway. As an extension, I'm too tired to dig any deeper. Especially on big questions there's just literally no answer to.
But collaborative creativity is one of the most beautiful experiences we can have. I don't always agree with what I know about Ive, but I really appreciate this emphasis.
The word creativity, for most of my life, referred to its end product, to a book or poem or song or painting. I’ve changed the way I’ve thought about it. The creative state itself is this eternal state of communion with something much greater than any work it can leave behind. It’s this energy space inside everyone. Maybe books and songs aren’t your thing, but when you understand that it’s in there and that you’re infinitely free within it, then you can take that anywhere you’re going. You can put your creativity into your run or weight lifting. You can put it into flipping burgers. I’ve done this by mowing the lawn. When you’re doing that, no matter what you’re doing, you’re in a state of bliss because you’re not doing it for yourself and you’re not doing it for the results of what you’re doing. You’re doing it to honor the state of being, to honor that process inside yourself.
I believe strongly in everyone’s creative capacity.
There’s not a counter argument to that. If you have spent any time with children under five, you know some of them are expressing their creativity in the sandbox, some are expressing it by sitting by themselves singing. Some by swinging or climbing. It’s not about the arts. Creativity is infinite. It’s as much a part of the human being as vision, smelling, or any of your senses. Everybody is born with that creativity. Where it goes is sort of an accident of time, space, and circumstance, but creativity is your birthright.
I experience enormous pain because of the distance between me and my natural, ebullient, playful, overwrought, creative state. I need it. And I have sacrificed my access to it in order to survive, which is an extremely common thing and not in itself shameful, because surviving is important and has been made very difficult by the gluttons and cowards who run our infrastructure.
But I feel its pulse and lack constantly. It takes a lot for me to try to enter the blissful state of timelessness John talks about in the interview. We all deserve the space to breathe and play. I cannot say how painful it is to have clung to and maintained that access in diminishing quantities for over 3 decades, and to finally have given up trying, the strain too great, and then to finally stumble into making more than a poverty wage and all I want to do with my non-labor time is rest. No side projects. No creative play, even within myself. It’s all dried up. It’s bizarre.
Circumstances nearly destroyed me. I refused. But it has cost me so much, to become the kind of person they’ll pay for.
20 years since I heard this for the first time. I have never, ever gotten tired of this album, or any of The Velvet Teen's music. Unparalleled depth and texture, and a combination of artists who have made so many things I love. The young man who etched the cover art into copper, played such nuanced drums, and harmonized ethereally throughout this album, died a few years later. I don't know anything about legacy, but I'm really grateful for the art he left behind.
It's Halloween, so in addition to the Disney gloss of silly witches, I take a moment to reflect on Death.
They're all waiting for me
These eyes, these hands, let them wash over me
And all the words we said, all the words we said, have a way of rubbing off
I said them so your courage could come back and run to your room while you're weeping
I'll see you in your bed while you're sleepingWell, farewell
I won't hold you down
No, I'll heal cracks in your head
Heal the cracks in your headStay back
tegan and sara — i'm not your hero
Hanging on to parts of me, hanging on at all, I was used to seeing no future in my sight line. Sometimes it feels like they wanna remind me, send all those villains after me. It's so hard to know I'm not what they want