“Para los perdidos.”
Safe in Heaven, Dead
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] The Second Part - The Dears from No Cities Left
I Remember The Exact Moment This Really Hit Me.
The First Day I Came To Tour This School. My Birthday. Two Days After I Had Cried For The First Time In Two Years. What Is Now The Most Painful Experience I’ve Yet Had. When I Was Ready To Lay Down And Give Up.
On A Long Weekend.
I Managed To Live This Song, To The Very Last Line.
Hell, I’m Pretty Damn Sure That I’ve Lived This Album.
It Seems, Every Time I Fall, This Band Is There To Lift Me Up And Dust Me Off.
I’m Very Grateful, M. A. L.
Sweet baby Chuy
As the end of year lists for best tunes start avalanchin’ on the web, I decided to throw in my 2 cents. Hands down, most listened to tune of 2011 in the year of our Lord and Saviour, Johnny Cash, “Dead Wrong” by San Francisco’s own Hanni El Khatib. Get hip to this live “Take Away” show on the midnight streets of Paris.
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
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-Charles Bukowski
American.
The further away from the human race I am the better I feel. Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them I am the better I feel. Two inches is great. Two miles is great. Two thousand miles is beautiful. As long as I’m able to eat. They feed me because I feed them. I don’t like to be near them. When somebody even so much as brushes against me with an elbow in a crowd I react. I do not like the human race. I don’t like their heads. I don’t like their faces. I don’t like their feet. I don’t like their conversations. I don’t like their hairdos. I don’t like their automobiles. I don’t like their dogs or their cats or their roses.(Photo by Mark Hanauer, 1981)
“…and you know well that I don’t give a damn about anything.”
Current auditory obsession. This looped filled, surreal soundtrack from some late 50’s teen-rebel picture that was never made. I imagine the one and only, D. Lynch using this on some ending credits, or maybe this can be the score to some brutal “love me or nobody”, type of murder from one passionate lover to another. Either way, enjoy.
You can watch this if you want. Just give me a minute to pick up my brain from the floor.
View Larger Marilyn Monroe in the back of a Cadillac holding a portrait of one of her hero’s – Abraham Lincoln by Milton Greene, 1954
