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Sunday, May 23, 2010 at 04:59PM Hi guys.
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Saturday, December 5, 2009 at 07:43PM October 14, 2009
Attached: Bon Iver "Skinny Love"
A friend of mine sent me this song sometime last year. It's the kind of song you hear and immediately can connect with. It transcends, connects, brings you to some more core place where you are reminded of love and passion at it's purest, regardless of how dire your present circumstances are. It's an espresso shot (double) straight to your heart.
I'd listen to this song on repeat for hours and ride my bicycle around Brooklyn, getting lost in the concrete, in my loneliness, in freedom & in sound. It was Autumn. It was last year around this time, come to think of it. The weather was crisp and had no bounds on me, so I could ride for a real long time. Brooklyn is like an ocean and you can go in any direction without ever reaching the end of it. Every corner is different. The houses change, the color changes, the restaurants change, the language changes. There is Jesus and there is Allah, and there are people sitting on stoops retiring from more demanding lives, there are people walking by the retired, on their way to try and conquer something, so they, too, can have the privilege of idleness one day. Brooklyn is vast and it was easy to drift deep into her womb to find abrupt solace in the harsh realities of life she could display. I could ride for hours. I absorbed into the air, into the conversations of those I passed by, into the sound of of the commercial truck tires screeching and young children screaming to each other in a language all their own.
I was in a place of what seemed like never ending transition, still coming down from what then was such a shocking, deeply saddening experience. Floating in shock/awe/absolute confusion over how I had spent the past two years so committed to something absolutely not worth believing in. Something so untrue, something that really did nothing but steal my thunder. How did I not realize it? How did it take so long to recognize? How could I feel so steady & strong on this rickety bicycle, lost deep in a city I should probably be terrified of? Yet, when I was cooped up in a house standing next to one other human, my equilibrium was thrown completely. There was no answer to these many questions and so the wheels just kept on turning, and the breeze moved, and I peddled forward, even though I was uneasy feeling so uncertain in where the next foot forward should move, because the path felt so changed now. I just moved forward, in any direction. Couldn't stand still, had already wasted too much time doing that.
This was my moving meditation and eventually I got back everything I didn't even know I had lost. My presence came back in rainbows, and I returned to being in 3D. That song was a life vest thrown to me at just the right time. I still had to find the shore and spend quite some time swimming to it, but the song sure helped carry me there.
Hope you like it.
Love,
Me
Friday, November 20, 2009 at 03:17PM Originally posted Jan 7th 2009, on myspace
The day falls gently in the smoking gun sky, leaving as gracefully as it came. There are no lights on in my house, but as the sunlight retreats, I can see absolutely everything that needs to be seen. The outlines and the darkly contrasted colors of the millwork on the porch, the angel trumpets closing their eyes, my two little dogs lounging on the armchair of the blood red couch.
There is a sincere peace in this place, as much as in the physical location as in the state of mind. Like the universe just condensed and entirely opened up simultaneously. The infinite, the truth of so many things, all fitting into an open palm.
Since the start of this new year the days just roll right in to one another, effortlessly and with a grace I haven't seen in so long. It's good to be in a place that makes you feel deeply, truly, at home. Music has been seeping out of corners and shadows, out of long unrequited loves, bellowing up from a formerly stifled heart.
This city speaks the most eternal of stories and sings the most body shaking blues. The soul of it's tap dance vibrates the concrete streets and when the rain & thunder come, it explodes like firecrackers in the wet skies, but no one staggers, as we all know this place isn't going anywhere. Come hell or high water, you can't shake down a place with roots like this. The whiskey drunk bodies may stumble in the street, but it is out of excessive merriment and far from lack of vision. This vision is precise.
You will be offered a hand when you need it, and a drink at all other times. No one scoffs at your decisions, because they are all satisfied with their own. You are a quick friend, if not family, and strangers will sometimes hug you in the middle of a busy street. You will hug them back. And mean it.
Conversations are slightly softer and more focused. You cook with friends, and if you only have one or two, don't worry, you'll have plenty more soon. We make recipes we know by heart and with heart, the deepest of nourishment that sticks to your ribs eternally. A meal is never a perfect science and this truth is easily applied to life here... so we improvise as called for, add a little of this or that, let it simmer.... and with patience.... everything comes out just right.
The alcoholic gambler and the rocket scientist can sit at the same table and have a conversation that carries both their mind & hearts for days to come. It's in the air, in that great Mississippi River, in the coffee with it's chicory root, in the musicians peddling their sounds on so many street corners, in the stranger you just met at a bar, in a woman showing a little too much leg, in the columns of the mansions on St. Charles Avenue, at the bottom of Lake Pontchartrain, and at the top of the St. Louis cathedral. There is soul in this place like no other...... a deep, eternal love for life that preserves, perpetuates and inspires true living. Joie de vivre is alive and well here in New Orleans.
