So so so good
wnyc:
Bobby McFerrin plays the audience. Must watch.
(and that looks like our John Schaefer seated on the left!)
-Jody, BL Show-
Via WNYC's Transmitter
What a guy
This weekend I went back to North Carolina to lay my grandfather to rest. As much as I’ll miss him, I’m comforted knowing that he was ready and willing to go and that he’s feeling far more peaceful now than he has for the past few years. And to be able to forever sleep under the sky in the heart of the Blue Ridge mountains…well, it can’t get much better than that.
At some point my uncle was sorting through a closet and found a suitcase stuffed to the brim with love letters that Grandpop had sent Grandmom during his time at medical school in Chapel Hill. He wrote to her every day and made quizzes in parasitology sound romantic. Clearly Grandmom had hidden those letters, but the fact that she kept them throughout their courtship plus 60 years of marriage amazes me. I wonder if she ever took them out to re-read from time to time. I certainly would.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840 - 1893)
I don’t have many music crushes, but this is one of the few. Tchaikovsky is best known for his three ballets: Swan Lake, Sleeping Beauty, and The Nutcracker. And while the later has serenaded me through autumn essay writing for the past five years, it is one of his lesser known compositions - Nocturn in C Sharp Minor, Op 19, No. 4 - that I could listen to on repeat for weeks at a time.
And it doesn’t hurt that he’s pretty much gorgeous.
Did I lock you in the bathroom all day?
YEAH. YOU DID.
My bad. Holy shit. You completely destroyed that roll of toilet paper. That roll was totally full.
NOW IT IS TOTALLY FUCKED.
It’s everywhere.
IT WAS LOOKING AT ME COCKEYED.
Good job.
POUND IT OUT, BRO.
Word.
Listening to this for all of two seconds turns me into a daydreamy mess. A co-worker with impeccable taste in music has played this song a few times when we’ve worked together and it seriously distracts me so much that I can barely concentrate on anything other than hopping on the next red eye to Rio de Janeiro.
I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life - in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful - is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.
– Betty Smith, from “Fall in Love with Life”Summer playlist in the making
Summer Camp - Ghost Train
Dirty Beaches - Sweet 17
Cults - Abducted
El Guincho - Bombay
Kurt Vile - Breathin’ Out
The Sandwitches - Tarantula Arms
R. Stevie Moore - Copy Me
Twin Sister - I Want A House
In other news, it’s motherfucking spring already! It has been a rough, tough winter, but it’s finally warm and already time to make rhubarb jam. Never before have I seen so clearly the connection between life/death and the seasons, and I hope I don’t have to see it that clearly again, anytime soon at least…
About me
Music, sweets, photos & some major daydreaming. My job requires very little creative brain power, but works towards social change that I really believe in; So to keep in check that tension between working for the greater good vs. being creatively stimulated & productive, I'm giving myself creative projects. This is a record of those projects, as well as an archive of other things.
