tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83872019677507024462024-03-14T12:48:48.567-04:00Essence a tempoA soundtrack of sortstoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-7824388022622420712010-01-17T12:49:00.010-05:002010-01-17T15:30:30.699-05:00Rapido - Can't stop my brain from thinkingSo once again I am posting after quite a long hiatus, but oh the things I have to say! I've been surrounded by so much sound, art and creation lately it's been hard to even put it into blog posts, but I will attempt to cover all the important bits here. Hold on to your hats kids...we're diving in fast.<br /><br />First things first - I've started up a little label/artist collective with two of my favorite people (<a href="http://thegreatredsharkmusic.blogspot.com/">The Great Red Shark</a> & <a href="http://sareeny.blogspot.com/">Sareen</a>) called <a href="http://www.myspace.com/inkyowl">Inky Owl</a>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspace.com/inkyowl"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkG0BGFS5Kf8uBkdlDxMCW6fLWGseMd8V6jTmY7k3TvTTFgrJRdKPjiudUxJI_h8xqG_U4kiBneGTImZGlazPJStmHA9EBAWnm7M5dPoZQ08-2CnkGRTizJoOBn_DOadV3nIegLipFIg/s400/inkyowllogo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427770331968420994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Isn't he cute? Yeeeeaa... Well you can friend us on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/inkyowl">Myspace</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/inkyowl">Facebook</a> to make sure you keep up to date with all of our releases - which I'm actually going to clue you in on now...<br /><br />On December 20th Inky Owl threw a raging awesome party/show at The Glasslands in Brooklyn for the release of Sareen's first two 7"s. Sareen, The Great Red Shark, Bad Nancy and Beacon performed and there were art installations by <a href="http://heywo.blogspot.com/">Shawna Pino</a>. Check out some <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=138375&id=241895007747&ref=mf">photos of the night</a> by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/basilandlime/">Jessica Russell</a>. If you're interested in picking up a 7" or 2 check out below:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">IO0001 & IO00002: S A R EE N</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsJmpGfYzq0J6sMRoHfNum36uBfncbIaXdmHY1u8hnbeLaEvWkOxLd0jT8Xar_nCr0_5AZX8ye6HHmdsscYMF0IDRX1nk-yOton5Qjab2DdwAjmDthraMdNF0ygfzWUSoXzQT0b1AJ2c/s1600-h/vinyl_jackets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsJmpGfYzq0J6sMRoHfNum36uBfncbIaXdmHY1u8hnbeLaEvWkOxLd0jT8Xar_nCr0_5AZX8ye6HHmdsscYMF0IDRX1nk-yOton5Qjab2DdwAjmDthraMdNF0ygfzWUSoXzQT0b1AJ2c/s400/vinyl_jackets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427774516067075858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Details:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">S A R EE N<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">VINYL 1:</span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">A1: Lonely Horseman (4:08) </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> A2. The Blanks Filled In (2:31) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">VINYL 2:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">A1. Slept In The Bomb Shelter (3:45) </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> A2. Pen Pal (3:37)</span><br /></div><br /><center><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"><table><br /><tbody><tr><td><center><input value="Vinyls" name="on0" type="hidden">Sareen 7" Vinyls</center></td></tr><tr><td><select name="os0"><option value="Double Vinyl Pack (includes downloads)">Double Vinyl Pack (includes downloads) $8.00</option><option value="Lonely Horseman / The Blanks Filled In vinyl (includes download)">Lonely Horseman / The Blanks Filled In vinyl (includes download) $5.00</option><option value="Slept In The Bomb Shelter / Pen Pal vinyl (includes download)">Slept In The Bomb Shelter / Pen Pal vinyl (includes download) $5.00</option></select> </td></tr><br /></tbody></table><input alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_buynow_SM.gif" name="submit" border="0" type="image"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />Yay Sareen! The tracks are off the hook and both vinyls come with a download card for mp3 versions of the songs. It's the jam so pick 'em up if you haven't already. You can preview all of the songs on <a href="http://soundcloud.com/sareen">Sareen's Soundcloud</a>.<br /><br />On to the next!<br /><br />The Great Red Shark has had a busy January already, with more to come. His song <a href="http://soundcloud.com/the-great-red-shark/rockaway">"Rockaway"</a> was released on Lazy Roar's <span style="font-style: italic;">CA Discovery</span> Mix Cassette. I have to say, this mix is brilliant. There is SO MUCH unknown talent on this tape - I can't even get stress how important it is that you know about these artists now. So get it... More info below:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC1N3SHeGRZD679dK66N6ICA2IOxJlF66v9VrQItxi-4Os-wViw3JTu6YBYgwFBLRK2d8NAXN_I3GuYimmDGZrm5AKve3KOH2QfpO4rpomM7l40H87QKz20mnTEf0F92lMYnCZIa3WzE/s1600-h/19752_210721024071_123854534071_3269910_4965976_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC1N3SHeGRZD679dK66N6ICA2IOxJlF66v9VrQItxi-4Os-wViw3JTu6YBYgwFBLRK2d8NAXN_I3GuYimmDGZrm5AKve3KOH2QfpO4rpomM7l40H87QKz20mnTEf0F92lMYnCZIa3WzE/s400/19752_210721024071_123854534071_3269910_4965976_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427798338546143634" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You can pick up a copy at <a href="http://lazyroar.com/">Lazy Roar</a>, and you can also stream from <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Various%20Artists/Discovery%20%28Compilation%20Mixtape%29">Last.fm</a>.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">TGRS has another track, "Still Alive" on the newly released <i>Stone Cold Busted 1 mix by Vitamin D</i>. You can pick up your copy of the compilation digitally from <a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwczovL3d3dy5iZWF0cG9ydC5jb20vZW4tVVMvaHRtbC9jb250ZW50L3JlbGVhc2UvZGV0YWlsLzIwODY1Mi9TdG9uZSUyMENvbGQlMjBCdXN0ZWQlMjAx">Beatport</a> or physically (CD) from <a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmFtYXpvbi5jb20vU3RvbmUtQ29sZC1CdXN0ZWQtTWl4LVZpdGFtaW4vZHAvQjAwMlRKNjg3Ty9yZWY9c3JfMV8xP2llPVVURjgmcz1tdXNpYyZxaWQ9MTI2MzUwMzA5OSZzcj0xLTE=">Amazon</a>. The album is full of quality chill out tracks and you should definitely grab it.<br /><br /><br />Dun dun dunnnn!! So as you can see, we've been busy. Stay tuned for a more normal Toy post as I'm currently working on a mix of sorts, but for now - check out the artists and releases and become acquainted with <a href="http://www.myspace.com/inkyowl">Inky Owl</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></form></center>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-58082535455222032812009-06-14T23:32:00.003-04:002009-06-15T08:01:44.847-04:00Solo - You and me and them<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwqlTJ0guahTeWc3Mal2_xwliJkq7DaGNbWsyyrsGby0immXX0pX0py6HCgJS6j9aDTvTM1TH6k-uwOghk6qRgG2hrk4LrWzu99jdbFI9-Fnf4xmJWqvEJSPnt87FQs_kaKKomYa-1A4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwqlTJ0guahTeWc3Mal2_xwliJkq7DaGNbWsyyrsGby0immXX0pX0py6HCgJS6j9aDTvTM1TH6k-uwOghk6qRgG2hrk4LrWzu99jdbFI9-Fnf4xmJWqvEJSPnt87FQs_kaKKomYa-1A4/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347395035831524690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I really miss the people I love.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2608671_bsvfs/06SpiderMonkey.mp3">Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man - Spider Monkey</a><br /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-56091069888733130512009-05-17T17:44:00.004-04:002020-05-15T01:44:17.878-04:00Magico - L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5G14i_FgmkH_iPLHK_hMT8_txcoGUJxaRFppxsElAgxnUQkDp5VNJZdkhDpAD09N6pMrd6JdWEx2-L1bLZtbF66AteGfxVHcKslFTsZQvt1lNGjnVmvGGjlLTS1KzH5nQ7qTNqaxgyU/s1600-h/photo(2).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336918826452718882" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5G14i_FgmkH_iPLHK_hMT8_txcoGUJxaRFppxsElAgxnUQkDp5VNJZdkhDpAD09N6pMrd6JdWEx2-L1bLZtbF66AteGfxVHcKslFTsZQvt1lNGjnVmvGGjlLTS1KzH5nQ7qTNqaxgyU/s320/photo(2).jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a>"People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you are fortunate enough. But that's not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it...<br />
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We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy's fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the buy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart."<br />
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<a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2549115_msvek/0303TwinofMyself.mp3">Black Moth Super Rainbow - Twin of Myself</a><br />
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I am so thankful all of this paid off.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-52722037470071987392009-02-17T11:37:00.004-05:002009-02-17T21:14:10.964-05:00Amoroso - The Great Red Shark - FriendsA special treat:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rM0XJS40uI1hXAHTguCWMIYFoZEbdL560h5TegcjD-PYGATVB1Cx185Y9ulk9EOPgsFRAb4OkXBz-w1g3b0xJAdlKgkMeHeU6PWKr4j7ka84rGDD7sglFInjHEPM-ip-pXmQUgOxDfg/s1600-h/_PDH0328.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rM0XJS40uI1hXAHTguCWMIYFoZEbdL560h5TegcjD-PYGATVB1Cx185Y9ulk9EOPgsFRAb4OkXBz-w1g3b0xJAdlKgkMeHeU6PWKr4j7ka84rGDD7sglFInjHEPM-ip-pXmQUgOxDfg/s320/_PDH0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303807387465975394" border="0" /></a>The Great Red Shark has released his album <span style="font-style: italic;">Friends</span> TODAY. <span style="font-style: italic;">Friends</span> is TGRS's first solo endeavor featuring 12 tracks (8 songs, 4 segues) of delightful listening. Exciting stuff, I assure you. Don't believe me? Check out the first single...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2277598_byoqp/11InYourArms.m4a">The Great Red Shark - In Your Arms</a><br /><br />Riiiight? :) Here's the full tracklisting:<br /><br />1. Circus Love<br />2.<br />3. Golden Girl<br />4. Devils Eyes<br />5.<br />6. Nighttime Glasses<br />7. ILeftNY(rvs)<br />8.<br />9. Curious<br />10.<br />11. In Your Arms<br />12. Doggy (For Penny)<br /><br />My personal highlights: Golden Girl, Curious, Doggy (For Penny)<br /><br />The album is available to <a href="http://thegreatredsharkmusic.blogspot.com/">purchase</a> via The Great Red Shark's <a href="http://thegreatredsharkmusic.blogspot.com/">blog</a> in two formats:<br />a) Full <span style="font-style: italic;">Friends</span> Package - Cassette (yes cassette!), Artwork, and digi download.<br />b) Digital Download - Comes with exclusive remix of "In Your Arms" by <a href="http://sareeny.blogspot.com/">S A R EE N</a><br /><br /><br />Mmmk. Now go buy.<br /><br />For more info and fun:<br /><a href="http://thegreatredsharkmusic.blogspot.com/">The Great Red Shark</a><br />Photo by <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/28643369@N03/">pdhw</a>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-3143408915086802212009-02-02T19:30:00.008-05:002009-02-03T00:24:32.074-05:00Solo - I sometimes find it hard to fly...will you still be there to catch me if I fall?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrE2JgJhUwEJP45Hzmm4Mvm9WA0GXdnXfW8oEnul3SNF7ZxpgUKa5YOClMeFM6LFGhlW5w70jNhemj3mh3SHxTag2lvZA4jobV65whpgfIfrzg3eBrEkZaKOOFasAwEPZSDrGwkpG_QXs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrE2JgJhUwEJP45Hzmm4Mvm9WA0GXdnXfW8oEnul3SNF7ZxpgUKa5YOClMeFM6LFGhlW5w70jNhemj3mh3SHxTag2lvZA4jobV65whpgfIfrzg3eBrEkZaKOOFasAwEPZSDrGwkpG_QXs/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298368675834803538" border="0" /></a>Once again...it's been awhile.<br /><br />I'm all alone and it's pretty peaceful. Perhaps staying this late isn't so bad...nobody to bother you...just you and the music surrounding. I feel almost a bit mischievous. Maybe if I were of a different state of mind I'd run around screaming at the top of my lungs jumping on the couches. But for now I'm enjoying the peacefulness. Night time peace is so much different then sleepy morning peace.<br /><br />I think I'm ready for this solo flight. It's been awhile since I've been able to say that, if I can even remember a time. This doesn't mean I care any less, the opposite is definitely true, but I have so many other things to concentrate on now. So many EXCITING things. However, before I do this alone I have requests...that I'm afraid to make. Please don't judge me for my feelings and insecurities, for they are all out of immense love. I only wish to say these things to keep this peace and these pieces together.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2255811_ytnm7/1-14ServiceBell.mp3">Service Bell - Grizzly Bear + Feist</a><br /><br />I will hold on. Let's not make this a long bumpy ride, but instead a single sleeps' dream.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-23349954191368535522009-01-03T03:32:00.004-05:002009-01-03T04:04:29.195-05:00Sospirando - What the hell am I waiting for.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLLujAI7LxTTRNyK8dGGY3pcTp8GlzDXsaT46THf7NOzzl091YihllDsE7hFaFNQ3VdkxAiBS7D2iklBweNbFLnIP4gB5b9233pMFQ2q14YmLMrsRg9DC7c-JYEdSP1YDe4JKCyGWflo/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLLujAI7LxTTRNyK8dGGY3pcTp8GlzDXsaT46THf7NOzzl091YihllDsE7hFaFNQ3VdkxAiBS7D2iklBweNbFLnIP4gB5b9233pMFQ2q14YmLMrsRg9DC7c-JYEdSP1YDe4JKCyGWflo/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286985341699441842" border="0" /></a>Something real.<br /><br />It's been awhile.<br /><br />This evening I found myself looking at my shadow in a very Peter Pan-like moment. What would I do if you weren't attached to me from my feet? What would a shadowless existence be like? I recently read a tale of a man whose shadow was the key to his mind. With his shadow's death he would lose all memory and all choice...not life...just mind and the mind's state of being.<br /><br />My question is...what happens to my shadow in the darkest dark? Deep down where no light dares to creep. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2184272_8l1q5/SchoolOfSevenBells-Connjur.mp3">School of Seven Bells - Connjur<br /></a><br />In my dream I was given a choice.<br /><br />One side completely obvious and appropriate. That which I feel I want, but increasingly more out of reach. The other random, strange, seemingly impossible yet strangely understandable. Obviously no choice was made because dreams are never that straight forward...at least not in my case.<br /><br />What is my shadow up to?toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-35797396586724887642008-11-30T22:54:00.003-05:002008-11-30T23:14:52.421-05:00Scherzando - Who's in the mirror?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpH_41dw8kHhaWF_S37aNSACM4EvG5jQvJ7Aw0IO6FqwuMUMHCx6_iYrLQ_OHJt3peoIzQ8qdUNoiyGMM4xGjJLBmDJXcKfHR-3dhaUKRoytoHgJoBNYztDjQqgreunOmhG_vsQLi6PZg/s1600-h/kitten.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpH_41dw8kHhaWF_S37aNSACM4EvG5jQvJ7Aw0IO6FqwuMUMHCx6_iYrLQ_OHJt3peoIzQ8qdUNoiyGMM4xGjJLBmDJXcKfHR-3dhaUKRoytoHgJoBNYztDjQqgreunOmhG_vsQLi6PZg/s320/kitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274665327229496002" border="0" /></a>I'm in love. She's so small and defenseless. Running around with her tail straight up in the air like she owns the place. Bouncing from floor to couch to lap. There's so much energy and curiosity in that tiny little frame. I could watch her for hours (and I did!).<br /><br />She chases her tail. And not in this "oh there's something that looks like string" way. No, no...this is a much more intense "It's that tail again...I must have it" kind of way. This of course lasts for about 2 minutes...until she gets dizzy.<br /><br />She's so tiny. I just want to protect her. I found myself putting the toilet cover down for fear of her falling in. Randomly...but serious. And the way she curls up right next to me to sleep...it's as if we hadn't just met 2 hours ago. Completely trusting and dependent on me. She's awesome.<br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2100702_wv0wh/2-05SexySadie.mp3"><br />The Beatles - Sexy Sadie</a><br /><br />She just came into my life and has already brought me so much joy. Oh Sadie, Sadie. This is the beginning of something amazing.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-48871801025515126892008-11-23T22:11:00.004-05:002008-11-23T22:20:51.357-05:00Solo - Who am I?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOgVt38xRV44uuzQCQzmrXIuOOqbidZFs6rees2moPaOLBb5C41PbX01eoBRQFC-toBtW_whWcj42YQTJPOJgF4DOe8xGAssaAnvQUxIevN60MQ-IObi5z4O06W_2GQdzITQvdwkcsjA/s1600-h/shadow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOgVt38xRV44uuzQCQzmrXIuOOqbidZFs6rees2moPaOLBb5C41PbX01eoBRQFC-toBtW_whWcj42YQTJPOJgF4DOe8xGAssaAnvQUxIevN60MQ-IObi5z4O06W_2GQdzITQvdwkcsjA/s320/shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272058474792923666" border="0" /></a>I think I'm going crazy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2081084_3s5sx/11Evaporar.mp3">Little Joy - Evaporar</a></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-41653932986867598452008-11-21T01:18:00.006-05:002008-11-21T01:40:46.757-05:00Spiccato - It's just the way I am.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kXutt3svBQg3sZAmhbwpHxeYAZGewHnMbn_aAnktPOD-iG3yaUimX4kGBuVIpTPn3TCaUg0zaJCc3yNPhcPVptuIHqiZG2_JWexvWzaHo66EfOq1u4o2XP9wFfCVInvsuJeiYiPmj4g/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kXutt3svBQg3sZAmhbwpHxeYAZGewHnMbn_aAnktPOD-iG3yaUimX4kGBuVIpTPn3TCaUg0zaJCc3yNPhcPVptuIHqiZG2_JWexvWzaHo66EfOq1u4o2XP9wFfCVInvsuJeiYiPmj4g/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270993422602948370" border="0" /></a>"'Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,' said May Kasahara. 'Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.'"<br />- Haruki Murakami, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wind-up Bird Chronicle</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2073267_0pxef/13HowToCatchALizard.mp3">Larkin Grimm - How To Catch A Lizard</a>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-51357983200001856872008-11-19T00:43:00.007-05:002008-11-19T02:55:25.611-05:00Vivace - This end is only the beginning.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmX0rZ1IWOUnHYW_NTxPawa_z3pZZiiRwORFYbv5H5TKKpMuz7dhVPzGMp8ZQNMTshdI_yws5wch25pGHmbOqPUkQbx37k5G4V_kcCvIbvw_jhVI2rYNQvoqJLHD7HWoh8AtqdKA61LVQ/s1600-h/spazz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 401px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmX0rZ1IWOUnHYW_NTxPawa_z3pZZiiRwORFYbv5H5TKKpMuz7dhVPzGMp8ZQNMTshdI_yws5wch25pGHmbOqPUkQbx37k5G4V_kcCvIbvw_jhVI2rYNQvoqJLHD7HWoh8AtqdKA61LVQ/s320/spazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270258317001866786" border="0" /></a>Have you ever woken up one day and it was like someone flipped a switch on the way you see the world? Maybe not the entire world, but at least your personal world. Of course, depending on the direction of the switch this could be good or bad. But when it's good...everything is gorgeous.<br /><br />Things just seem to be going right. Everything is falling into place. The days, though dark and cloudy...seem to glow. Silver lined and shiny.<br /><br />I have to hold it in as long as I possibly can. I don't want to scare anyone. But I have this undying urge to get up and dance. Dance harder than I've ever danced. I've already got a huge smile on my face, I can get away with that and semi-head bobbing without setting off any alarms. But my foot is tapping, and I can feel my ass starting to shake. I don't know if I can make it to the end.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2067954_c4nw7/BS.mp3">Fast Forward.</a><br /><br />Hair thrashing, arms flailing...the only thing keeping me from going mad is the fact that I'm tethered by these headphones to the computer. I'm alone with this beat, these movements, those harmonies. It grows into an explosion of sound. I can't control my excitement, happiness, awe. If these walls had eyes they would be questioning the actions of this mad woman and her open laughter. Music that causes laughter for beauty's sake! It's genius. Thank god the blinds were closed.<br /><br />Let's hope nobody gets in trouble, and don't forget to share this dance. xtoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-64961840289192864532008-11-17T00:00:00.006-05:002008-11-17T02:06:14.142-05:00Dolce - 11:11 make a wish<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ADKVsHB8ep_EZjb4hphBWEwSEavsQYiv-2MZPEaSrLsflg_N8EQfuIufK3Skz7JrxW8tKK2dKz7bM7mHJwDDePzHblug_VZKshqHuxZRS75qTQ6ASKukZERV8qXqgyvpMPea6IKY2gc/s1600-h/redtree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ADKVsHB8ep_EZjb4hphBWEwSEavsQYiv-2MZPEaSrLsflg_N8EQfuIufK3Skz7JrxW8tKK2dKz7bM7mHJwDDePzHblug_VZKshqHuxZRS75qTQ6ASKukZERV8qXqgyvpMPea6IKY2gc/s320/redtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269514473318457618" border="0" /></a>Such a silly myth, yet one I still practice...every single time I catch it. I dunno...the more I wish, the more I'm beginning to think it's really working. Something to believe in? Hardly. But at least it's a form of hope. A hope that doesn't disappoint as you don't really expect anything from it. Simple wishes.<br /><br />There was always something about those arms wrapped around me as I fell asleep that put me at ease. The fluffy pillows helped too.<br /><br />I woke up this morning feeling really secure and confident and happy. Sunlight was slowly creeping into the room, muted by the cloud cover, but still casting beautiful morning shadows. You were still asleep, but I always woke up before you...even if you always got out of bed before I did. This gave me time to think about my upcoming day, the night before, anything I needed to go over in my head before starting the day. My moving around also sometimes woke you up, so I tried to move lightly...with only the gentlest caress. But it had been so long since I had had a moment like this so instead today I savored it: the feet entwined, the light breath on my shoulder, the warmth, the fact that I woke up to you...next to you. I didn't care about the day, or last night, or even the week past and future. I could have stayed in that bed, in that moment...forever. But for now forever must wait, and there is only this hope and those wishes. As long as I know you're here, beside me or thousands of miles away, I can do this.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2062511_bikxx/PhoneCall.mp3">Jon Brion - Phone Call</a><br /><br />I can't ignore the fact that this song was actually playing in my head this morning. It was perfect. Cloudy and sleepy, yet suddenly everything began to make so much sense.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-51667394444524967412008-11-09T20:06:00.003-05:002008-11-09T20:30:00.219-05:00Freddo - What do I trust?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0GCQMc_La9krcDCGi8EYxJuJRPr46FkrAtANBzwXGe2Ik70BhTfwt8RRZ0eDegO-0rJlkj0cRW4_ToYi1wpMV_K-I1R6UKfiC5_58oDflr3WcWdpN2O-PwxwxaMBZyJwnsiNXIH7U7g/s1600-h/-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0GCQMc_La9krcDCGi8EYxJuJRPr46FkrAtANBzwXGe2Ik70BhTfwt8RRZ0eDegO-0rJlkj0cRW4_ToYi1wpMV_K-I1R6UKfiC5_58oDflr3WcWdpN2O-PwxwxaMBZyJwnsiNXIH7U7g/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266834144207921906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That future seems so far and out of reach.<br /><br />And none of these doors are open.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2040038_65ucd/lour_2008_-_17_KierlingDoubt.mp3">Max Richter - Kierling_Doubt</a><br /><br />Something is missing.<br /></div>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-62199264001526221892008-11-03T03:29:00.003-05:002008-11-03T04:08:19.032-05:00Tranquillo - ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qVJ7_YGaUVyVZhZODNAJYrsnDXch_mVPtc0IjozKvZb8CMurAtfG87o8BIfR0PApf02Y1quwqKv-P8hSy8hgSNM1rbKto0fJWOvotS_FPAoYE7RU5t8Qp9xIc56m5GvV4GxTzkCeXuI/s1600-h/hand.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qVJ7_YGaUVyVZhZODNAJYrsnDXch_mVPtc0IjozKvZb8CMurAtfG87o8BIfR0PApf02Y1quwqKv-P8hSy8hgSNM1rbKto0fJWOvotS_FPAoYE7RU5t8Qp9xIc56m5GvV4GxTzkCeXuI/s320/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354908762361778" border="0" /></a>I can't sleep, but I love being this awake this late at night. It doesn't happen very often. It's so quiet. The only thing I can hear at all is the music coming from my headphones.<br /><br />Nothing else.<br /><br />No cars driving by...no neighbors slamming doors...no roommates getting water. All outside distractions have vanished. I've even managed to control my worrying thoughts.<br /><br />Just me and the music.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2015260_tp4op/10WindandSnow.mp3">Grouper - Wind and Snow</a><br /><br />This is peaceful. This is my meditation.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-45393408455845785592008-10-31T11:22:00.007-04:002008-10-31T16:07:50.539-04:00Amabile - We would make a killing if we had a farm brothel.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPqwl4fhoW9H3oTeCR2TAOLLRucMwTPXYgDGcAMFKrdK0jJnowJg7Nlv0kAK2x_K4BN_L2-ZpK6j1cdP-RvjvxOZLw99TVVMJ0Hf6ekSCWlJ56W5jRicAL4YBw1Fyyv1Cagbn6NW-938/s1600-h/ivy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPqwl4fhoW9H3oTeCR2TAOLLRucMwTPXYgDGcAMFKrdK0jJnowJg7Nlv0kAK2x_K4BN_L2-ZpK6j1cdP-RvjvxOZLw99TVVMJ0Hf6ekSCWlJ56W5jRicAL4YBw1Fyyv1Cagbn6NW-938/s320/ivy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263396348856232818" border="0" /></a>I love fall. Never having experienced it truly...it has been a treat to my senses. The colors, so vibrant and full. Amazing that they are signs of death and the bitter cold that is to soon come. But for now...I will enjoy this fiery wonderland, and live in this beautiful moment.<br /><br />With three companions by my side, I've escaped the city and am now surrounded by thousands of trees, red...yellow...orange. It feels as if I have entered a new kingdom, some psychedelic world that has never been discovered. There are two objectives at hand...to collect the best and ripest loot we can find...and to have an amazing afternoon together. We scatter through rows and rows of fruited trees, searching for the perfect pick. Taking heed of the poisonous foliage that threatens our good time, we climb to the highest branch for that which we seek. The first fruit for our own delight...each bite sweeter than before. Thereafter, we horde for the treats to come. It seems a lifetime since I've giggled like this...childlike and free. Today I have not one care in the world...they have all been forgotten amongst these autumn branches. With laughter, sunshine and satisfied souls we collect the spoils which we pirated from these great trees and make our way home.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2007692_xhnqj/01Apple.mp3">Cibo Matto - Apple</a><br /><br />I wish it could be autumn everyday... Or maybe I just wish everyday could be like this one.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-3903882583462466832008-10-31T10:40:00.009-04:002008-10-31T17:10:26.584-04:00Energico - "This DJ is SICK"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjac98oM7P77lQ61UHIg81Cu86bgVa5r1yMD16uHgYNXx7e-o8yPLHTf9jfYHbYoHWZDLrou2dxpNduboVKu01gXuAa_ZGuBjZPbKck-6tOZZQri6PhOXJc7Ucz5XX6K_dXQCGOIHOHdjk/s1600-h/-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjac98oM7P77lQ61UHIg81Cu86bgVa5r1yMD16uHgYNXx7e-o8yPLHTf9jfYHbYoHWZDLrou2dxpNduboVKu01gXuAa_ZGuBjZPbKck-6tOZZQri6PhOXJc7Ucz5XX6K_dXQCGOIHOHdjk/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334004236034530" border="0" /></a>With an amazing new friend with me, I take the city by storm in storm. Not letting anything stop us...not even this crying sky. Liquid courage guides our way, giving us the spark to keep on. This energy is too much. Where are we? Where are we going? Who cares as long as we're having fun...and together we dance. It's all a blur. From clubs to warehouses...band after band...beat after beat...we dance. How long can we keep going? They're going to have to shut us down.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2007681_qjqhe/1-crystal_castles-untrust_us.mp3">Crystal Castles - Untrust Us</a><br /><br />How can one describe a caffeinated alcohol high? Dancing, spazzing, talking....not stopping. Where can we find a taco stand at 3am?toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-88493843733863372992008-10-16T10:14:00.005-04:002008-10-16T11:10:51.342-04:00Magnifico - "We're gonna have to let you go," so I went.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHIeughmgmrmudtO0itxaljBO9nAqH896Y_M4DdYIDPL_sYrqufy4Ik6KzoWn2v4mLjQTujVKLH2f_mZTX1WpFf9ntRmkjoZuwb-4Vkjw-f-9GMMDAi0J4wmbbWd1IXfF1YOG2W7RuQk/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHIeughmgmrmudtO0itxaljBO9nAqH896Y_M4DdYIDPL_sYrqufy4Ik6KzoWn2v4mLjQTujVKLH2f_mZTX1WpFf9ntRmkjoZuwb-4Vkjw-f-9GMMDAi0J4wmbbWd1IXfF1YOG2W7RuQk/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257769431828462626" border="0" /></a>From here I can see every ray, every beam of light as it delicately hits the leafy floor. Magentas, blues, yellows, oranges, and greens dance with each other through the light and take their bow amongst the grass and leaves. Some rays even so lucky as to reflect magnificently against stone, thus continuing their glorious waltz. Each one...so different..moving with the sway of the branches between them and their powerful source. This spot I have against the tree provides me with a perfect view of this incredible show. As I look up I see the shadow patterns of light against leaf and leaf, as if each are vying for the attention of the sun, swaying back and forth in their competition. Soon they will all fall, and aid in welcoming this glow to its denouement.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1956607_htelo/10MotionPictureSoundtrack.mp3">Radiohead - Motion Picture Soundtrack</a><br /><br />The sky is raining sunlight, and it is so beautiful.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-74123672781106280232008-10-15T18:49:00.003-04:002008-10-15T18:51:40.363-04:00Grave - A VERY unexpected change...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1LtfdbNOjbDHado-dk-y3RsS6jgoLk2gbvGwPi1p8fNVGD7vtwhcA-voiLW3OnY6IT6PpUMgSHUPisck_nZK_ZYjtAyuoQvQLXePhqKJ6tP9IC-wDsaSIZv2ZWmy1iKnU2uWjURcLiQ/s1600-h/rainy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1LtfdbNOjbDHado-dk-y3RsS6jgoLk2gbvGwPi1p8fNVGD7vtwhcA-voiLW3OnY6IT6PpUMgSHUPisck_nZK_ZYjtAyuoQvQLXePhqKJ6tP9IC-wDsaSIZv2ZWmy1iKnU2uWjURcLiQ/s320/rainy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257516805906608082" border="0" /></a>Once again I've been rudely awakened by my alarm...that chirpy little tune which calls for the end of my slumber. As I quickly disable it and look to greet the sun with my eyes, I realize...the sun isn't there. It's rainy and cloudy, and the streets are covered with a layer of water...early risers walking around with umbrellas and rain boots. I stretch my toes to the end of the bed, preparing them for the cold floor that they will soon make contact with. But...what if I just turn over and go back to sleep in this bed of feathers in which I lie. Would it really be that bad? Would anyone notice? I could just hide in my dreams instead of face the cold, rainy mess of the outside world. As these thoughts go through my head I feel myself willingly drifting back to sleep. Until suddenly I realize...it's half an hour later, and I'm not even dressed. I reluctantly drag myself out of bed and perform those same monotonous morning activities. Oh the life of a working woman. As I finally bring myself to walk out the door, umbrella in arm, I say to myself, "all I want is to sleep until 12 on a Wednesday." If only...<br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1952312_5ccyn/10ComeOutside_.mp3"><br /></a><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1952312_5ccyn/10ComeOutside_.mp3">Festival - Come Outside!</a><br /><br />Maybe I spoke too soon...toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-73484761345487929402008-10-12T02:08:00.008-04:002008-10-12T03:34:43.683-04:00Melancolico - More than I ever could have imagined.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOooS92dSAo4gNfuwU0ZRQ5YdNDVnsl9kHCWvnFfZkNi2HDwrGLo4PGtLTn8sxUTRNjz8O7BiI8cV4yMSzxT4ilnagP0H7ms4FOdgWFYkf9b4BXqWvGTA181lnx2DDYYViPILOg6tdt9c/s1600-h/journal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOooS92dSAo4gNfuwU0ZRQ5YdNDVnsl9kHCWvnFfZkNi2HDwrGLo4PGtLTn8sxUTRNjz8O7BiI8cV4yMSzxT4ilnagP0H7ms4FOdgWFYkf9b4BXqWvGTA181lnx2DDYYViPILOg6tdt9c/s320/journal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256151254905718594" border="0" /></a>I'm in love with an invisible man. Even though he's there, he's not. And everyday feels like there is something missing. When I share, I share to you, not with you, and I miss the sharing of us together...and that which we shared. When I close my eyes, I can see his, but on opening realize that he is not here. This picture of him in my head is just an illusion, a memory. One of the past. What of those memories of the future? When will they come? How soon if ever until I am able to touch his hand or kiss his cheek? Have these times passed? And if they have, they left me behind, for I am not ready to close this book. Instead I want to fill it with even more stories of our love and experiences and intimacies - stories of the present, not memories of the past and regrets of this circumstance.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1941794_b8drn/08SomeThingsLastALongTime.mp3">Beach House - Some Things Last A Long Time</a><br /><br />I guess what I'm saying is, I miss us.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-20991147838418450352008-09-29T23:08:00.008-04:002008-09-30T10:00:33.466-04:00Scherzando - I've been dreaming again...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v480/Toy25/Photo0054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 276px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v480/Toy25/Photo0054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>How youthful the actions of the early afternoon within this sunlit lair. There's a crisp air to this room in which we quickly and excitedly remove these wrappings. Each one the other's present. As our ribbons become entangled, we energetically play...explore...act as the children we still are, but as one. Such lively activities are fueled by our curiosity of each other. Hands, lips, shoulders, back, neck, chest...oh, how captivating this beauty! Both of us tasting and savoring every bit...complete. Laughter and cries of delight can be heard, but no one else dares to join. For these games are ours, and this creativity is one not to be shared. This rush is only for two, and oh what a rush it is.<br /><em></em><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1902454_nopq2/04MySpine.mp3">Björk - My Spine</a><br /><br />Feed your curiosity, energy, passion and playfulness...then collapse, out of breath, onto the soft sheets beneath you. I'll fall back beside you, for your chest is always a good pillow.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-79436338652967975082008-09-21T23:22:00.003-04:002008-09-22T00:37:57.173-04:00Naturale - This is what love feels like.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8R7xNIvVg8ffd6YxR_oIBnfQsD9FbA2YpiUMub4p_uvF3RMK8E9uZ-2R_8IvDOcuS39iH6F3c7akZLgKvKMATTPJ9OMReWOhXapN2cB5fCLVzq6axteMbUlp3UvdvCac-WoCSqRTLLa4/s1600-h/acme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8R7xNIvVg8ffd6YxR_oIBnfQsD9FbA2YpiUMub4p_uvF3RMK8E9uZ-2R_8IvDOcuS39iH6F3c7akZLgKvKMATTPJ9OMReWOhXapN2cB5fCLVzq6axteMbUlp3UvdvCac-WoCSqRTLLa4/s320/acme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248695723155397922" border="0" /></a>I had an incredibly unique and personal experience the other day...<br /><br />Lately, I've found it difficult to listen to my favorite band...feeling reminded of things I'm trying hard to put away for now. And as much as I love the beautiful melodies, the flowing loops, the ass-shaking rhythms and the delicately placed samples, I'm not quite ready to confront the emotions I've attached to them. For a person like me, who uses music as a sanctuary, this has been slightly devastating. Almost a feeling of loss and even emptiness...something missing. Strangely poignant that this should happen to me, one who fully believes in the soundtrack of life's experiences.<br /><br />This scene wasn't any different; it was a regular early evening commute on the train surrounded by people with a similar destination...home. But on this particular day, though nothing had changed with my situation, I decided to delve into an album which I knew could either bring me incredible joy or unbearable regret. Immediately a roller coaster of emotions charged through me...one memory after another riding piggy-back with each song. Record player dust, dirty hostels, park singalongs, smokey rooms, and lyrical debates...<br /><br />And suddenly, it all stopped, and my entire being, both body and mind, felt at peace. All that mattered was this song. This one song. A song that since first heard by my ears has just drawn me in...precisely like this. Sober or stoned, happy or sad...this song had always been able to move me, sometimes bringing so much glee I shed joyful tears. A song that has no attachment to anything in my life, but me. Never until this moment had I ever felt such passionate ownership of music that I didn't create. But I felt it...this song is mine. There is a friendship and love so pure between us that goes deeper than emotions... Now some may think that me having a "friendship" with a song is going a little far, but with the limits of vocabulary...this is the only way to describe the relationship. Simply perfect.<br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1879768_j4wzp/06BansheeBeat.mp3"><br />Animal Collective - Banshee Beat</a><br /><br />From the first chord movement until the fading snare, I'm holding hands with the beat the entire way. This is, in my highest opinion, all that is beautiful in music.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-66341424658428227882008-09-15T19:43:00.009-04:002008-09-16T16:39:47.959-04:00Lacrimoso - This pain must be for a reason<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xr95RfdhnGomUrZhwuCyBnP4z52wrqadmGM3aNRkJvkxNkSslFTKISS9ciyhYXqWikEgl7AAfZ623VJc6tJbfMsAAgPxfG5Xd4Oe25WoW6d7L23Sv9y55Wl7T7U_kx3gdulWvgLKrVI/s1600-h/Sta+Deadend.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xr95RfdhnGomUrZhwuCyBnP4z52wrqadmGM3aNRkJvkxNkSslFTKISS9ciyhYXqWikEgl7AAfZ623VJc6tJbfMsAAgPxfG5Xd4Oe25WoW6d7L23Sv9y55Wl7T7U_kx3gdulWvgLKrVI/s320/Sta+Deadend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246401404004881010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I can't shake this blanket of awkwardness that covered our last encounter. With words that fell short of a conversation and caresses that went ignored. The leering reality of what is to come has soured our time, and the distance growing between us, both physically and emotionally, has now become increasingly apparent. These pillowcases soaked with makeup-stained tears are proof of the sorrow that permeates this room, and I can't stop these feelings of loss from flowing within them. Two hours later, your smell is still here, but it has lost its usual intoxicating effect. Instead this fragrance stabs painfully at my senses and evokes memories that feel so far in the past that they may be lost once this aroma fades. Sometimes I feel I could have stopped these feelings from happening, that if only I had guarded my heart I wouldn't be in this situation. But why put up guards against something so superb?<br /><br />If I got the chance I'd do it all over again.</span><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1871165_oxcru/05HowItEnds.mp3"><br />DeVotchKa - How It Ends</a><br /><br />I don't know how it ends, but I'll try to have faith that everything will be fine. I hope you, reader, cannot feel with the experience of this post the emotions I felt whilst writing it, for though I share them with you, I wouldn't wish them upon anyone.toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-73346798314178985982008-09-07T11:30:00.004-04:002008-09-07T12:03:43.088-04:00Espressivo - Inspiration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCE7McrpBdY-m2tthyphenhyphenboqbVP6bqPjuGqCYnWfAaHi48MNKIyvhN9QhvblE9O9qf21LWl7rmDal8v8cS1isTAmhadgcEX_fUvLzUddkX-8SaWWjF5PIQqBmxL7isC5KN-H0mjbgugGC3o/s1600-h/soaring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCE7McrpBdY-m2tthyphenhyphenboqbVP6bqPjuGqCYnWfAaHi48MNKIyvhN9QhvblE9O9qf21LWl7rmDal8v8cS1isTAmhadgcEX_fUvLzUddkX-8SaWWjF5PIQqBmxL7isC5KN-H0mjbgugGC3o/s320/soaring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243310046977935442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">And now for something a little different...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"But when our own pettiness is suddenly revealed to us, where do we flee to escape it? From debasement the only escape is upward! So he sat down at his desk and opened the little book (that precious book the painter told him he never lent to anyone else) and tried hard to concentrate on the poems he liked best. Once again 'the sea that bathes your eye' was there, and once again he saw Magda before him, the snowball in the tranquility of her body was also there, and the sound of the water entered the poem as the murmur of the river entered the room through the closed window. Jaromil was overcome by a languorous desire and closed the book. He picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and began to write - in the manner of Eluard, Nezval, Bield, and Desnos - short lines, one under the other, without rhythm or rhyme. It was a variation on what he had read, but the variation contained what he had just experienced: there was the 'sadness' that 'begins to melt and turns into water,' there was the 'green water' whose surface 'rises and rises until it reaches my eyes,' there was the body, 'the sad body,' the body in the water 'that I pursue, I pursue through endless water.'</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> He read these lines aloud several times in a melodious, pathetic voice, and he was enthusiastic. At the core of the poem was Magda in the bathtub and he with his face pressed against the door; he thus didn't find himself <span style="font-style: italic;">outside the limits</span> of his experience; he was high <span style="font-style: italic;">above</span> it. His distaste for himself remained <span style="font-style: italic;">down below</span>; down below he had felt his palms become sweaty with fear and his breath speed up; but here, <span style="font-style: italic;">up high</span> in the poem, he was above his paltryness; the keyhole episode and his cowardice were merely a trampoline above which he was now soaring; he was no longer subordinate to his experience, his experience was subordinate to what he had written."</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> - Milan Kundera, <span style="font-style: italic;">Life is Elsewhere</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1846976_6xsbn/09ExcessStraussess.mp3"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Books - Excess Straussess</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The power of inspiration, realization, separation and negotiation within oneself. The ability to control one's emotions and experiences to rise above it all. What is your method of escape?</span>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-59590892670877051892008-09-03T19:58:00.006-04:002008-09-06T11:52:48.009-04:00Sognando - Such a strange place to rest my weary head<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbNFUIg-En_kZD8PqbM420A1p6zR1WDWxtZMuqV-2dN7RsY7uDqRzv_r0WQyWOdgBdHybAmzFDjwfI69zsrGVMieI80mUv5rg2kMfDydisPD1jwuHIFWUqpfvI3LlcklHard3Uawi6rQ/s1600-h/asleep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbNFUIg-En_kZD8PqbM420A1p6zR1WDWxtZMuqV-2dN7RsY7uDqRzv_r0WQyWOdgBdHybAmzFDjwfI69zsrGVMieI80mUv5rg2kMfDydisPD1jwuHIFWUqpfvI3LlcklHard3Uawi6rQ/s320/asleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242936763566933890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">A day gone by running on empty, and my minds beginning to shut off from last night's insomnia. The sway and pump of the train as it slowly creeps down the track is calling me to slumber. Everyone looks exhausted, but no one will allow themselves to drift off. Eyelids heavy, air condition lightly blowing, this unconventional place could become my next bed. Peaceful, relaxed, no longer tired, but calm. I no longer feel the cold hard seat or see the crowded subway car. I only hear gentle whispers and embrace the slow sway as if the wind was carrying my sailing ship on a calm sea. Deep breathing and body melting...true, weary comfort.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Burl=http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1843890_bshc1/03TheSoftestVoice.mp3%5D03TheSoftestVoice.mp3%5B/url%5D">Animal Collective - The Softest Voice</a><br /><br />And with a knock in the arm and a jolt of the train, my body comes away from this euphoric state. I awaken to zombie walk my way home.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-38528475140289939452008-09-01T12:51:00.007-04:002008-10-12T21:14:17.233-04:00Dolce - Let the light in...who needs sunglasses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR7zSF4V_cuP82aYMyH4BJnige76oLKtqk_LVrWdYWx_8i84xXl2lptUV88bJ-OScbkMlxVC0mrpgKjoVqi-VI6CuyJ8Ft10coNxPry6-Gmwrv7_qrQevSbyZZsCp3edtLThEIIDvzME/s1600-h/-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR7zSF4V_cuP82aYMyH4BJnige76oLKtqk_LVrWdYWx_8i84xXl2lptUV88bJ-OScbkMlxVC0mrpgKjoVqi-VI6CuyJ8Ft10coNxPry6-Gmwrv7_qrQevSbyZZsCp3edtLThEIIDvzME/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241097264492314578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm gazing out the window at a beautiful day, and I decide it would be a waste if I don't enjoy it. This apartment I have now made my own provides the haven I have been looking for. I drag myself out of this comfy papasan chair into the blindingly sunny outdoors. The birds are chirping a delightful welcome, and everyone is dressed for the summer weather - colorful skirts and dresses flowing. A feeling of euphoria explodes throughout my body as I realize, I'm here. This is my neighborhood. These birds will welcome me every morning, and these people are my neighbors. Oh glorious city how I missed your smiling face. This is how I remember you. We had a rough reintroduction, but now that I've found my feet I feel our friendship will resume from where we left off. After a day enjoying all the splendors you have to offer I will willingly collapse back into my comfy papasan. I'm so happy to see you in this light once again.</span><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1833766_w0pnb/03CollapsingAtYourDoorstep1.mp3"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Air France - Collapsing At Your Doorstep</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">With a skip in your step enjoy the sunshine and smiling faces. Embrace the reality of this dream-like world, for you never know when the rain will come and wash it all away.</span>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387201967750702446.post-89449587175960460812008-09-01T12:24:00.010-04:002008-09-22T10:05:53.858-04:00Pizzicato - Wrong turn...again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DMgRreVooRHhVcnFTzFj6WYwXn4bjHNHK8NZ82KnMAK8WJFcfnolm-_PzQY0bfUBCcsgtEwJRDBICtFuvZBZGe630BIz5nrszDSigGleYC6mWx_4NPgL7-ITQotBjAvtROqUWjsAcuw/s1600-h/Dark+Brooklyn.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DMgRreVooRHhVcnFTzFj6WYwXn4bjHNHK8NZ82KnMAK8WJFcfnolm-_PzQY0bfUBCcsgtEwJRDBICtFuvZBZGe630BIz5nrszDSigGleYC6mWx_4NPgL7-ITQotBjAvtROqUWjsAcuw/s320/Dark+Brooklyn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091160889226338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Walking the dark empty streets of Brooklyn with this deep feeling at the pit of your being. So dull it feels like it's eating at you, plucking and prodding at your thoughts. Loneliness...isolation. With a pulse so loud you can hear it from within, you pass several lofts full of art and artists with their intense gaze and steady hands. If only you had such a passion to take your mind away from this feeling. Something to immerse yourself in. But nothing will suffice when you're left alone with your thoughts. Broken, scattered thoughts to go with a similarly disheveled life.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1833768_ixkoo/07TheObserver.mp3">The Flaming Lips - The Observer</a><br /><br />Steady and constant throughout, feel the lonely beat within you as you float in and out of your thoughts.<br /></span>toyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379431076463504834noreply@blogger.com0