Thursday, September 29, 2005

Is Love Ever Enough?

Folksongs for the Afterlife

Folksongs for the Afterlife are different than your typical "folk" band in that they are completely stripped down yet remain hypnotic.. This is exactly the kind of music I would imagine being played in the afterlife, dreamy-pop, minor key at times, but still happy.. Interestingly enough, Chris Deaner of +/- (plus/minus) indie-fame is a member..

You Walked Me Home
Did I Let You Down?
So Glad

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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

midnight drives(and silent sighs)

(((this is what happens when I have a 2 hour night-time drive with instrumental CDs)))

The rumblings fade away and the earth settles, the blood-red sky mirrors the devastation of the land below.

The rubble shifts.. scattered survivors emerge, grim determination set in their faces...

They gather, an unspoken purpose driving them.. They converge, not a word escapes their cracked lips; in silence, they pick up their soul's voices, their weapons..


And as one, they play..

The landscape responds, quaking in newfound purpose. Scorched corpses seem to tremble, desolate ruins shift and groan.

Who are these silent soldiers.. these post-apocalyptic messiahs?


Our saviors continue, preaching not of hope, but of total embrace with Our Mother.... Despair..
Languish in her bosom, let your thoughts and feelings find their cold rest..
Millennia pass like waking dreams.. our sacred rites pass into stale religion..

A group of truth-seekers, not satisfied with tales of old, enter the sacred city, the tabboo, Our Mother's temple...
Enboldened by the lack of swift consequence they move on, and soon come upon an altar..


Sacred relics of that day, preserved and waiting.. yearning...
They silently pick them up.. and begin to play..

This is not their forefather's message, this is new, this is their own truth, this is their reality..

Hope is reborn in aural form...

Gasping with their newfound power, they soar, gravity having no hold any longer.. endless possibilities await..

Spurned into awakening by their reckless abandonment, Our Mother rises... an angry goddess preparing to wreak her vengeance...

They clash..

Explosions in the Sky...

silence reigns...

a hush... a glance.. a furtive wish.. inner conflict between ancient loyalties and newborn yearnings...

silence reigns...

the waiting begins....


Jesu - "we all faulter"
explosions in the sky - "a poor man's memory"
explosions in the sky - "look into the air"
explosions in the sky - "memorial"

Still Kickin'

Pony Up!

Guess who's back with a brand new (working) laptop?



Let's skip through the "oh so sorry so long since last post"'s and head straight to the ear candy.
A week ago at Starbucks(which is where I am humbly employed), I noticed a customer wearing a Pony Up! tshirt. Me being the geeky music fanboy I am, I struck up a conversation with him, mentioning that I too was a dedicated Pony Up! fan. To my suprise, it turns out that this guy is the brother of one of the sweet young ladies that comprise the aforementioned band.
Made my whole friggin week.

Shut Up and Kiss Me
Marlon Brandos Laundromat

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