Tuesday, March 27, 2007
You go back to her, and I go back to black
I caved and bought the Amy Winehouse Back To Black album. I just can't resist a good soul voice that sounds like it's been dragged through a gutter of cigarette ashes and razored hearts. Some times there is nothing better than lying on the carpet of your studio apartment with a stack of NYLON magazines, a glass of red wine or strawberry soy milkshake (your choice), and a really good record on.
In other news, here is a photo I took last week on a walk seeking to document all the beautiful flowers and bushes around my neighborhood (click on it for a few more on Flickr).
 Labels: music, photolog, spring
Thursday, March 08, 2007
The Secret Life of Music, and Other Things
Gnarls Barkley's St. Elsewhere album will always remind me of last August, with the dregs of summer on everybody's nerves and the impending Big Move to LA on my mind I had an ulcer in my stomach that rendered me practically catatonic during all my waking hours; probably not a surprise considering the dozens and dozens of resumes I had sent out seeking my first "real world" job thinking (ha!) that I could somehow work on my terms. Despite the chaotic job hunt and the toxic apartment I was living in, I had my friends. My amazing friends who I went swimming with, danced at the Whistlestop with, saw shows at the Casbah and Belly Up Tavern with, that I just lolled away afternoons with.
St. Elsewhere reminds me of driving out of PB at sunset, seeing the orange pastel clouds in my rearview mirror as I drove down to spend the rest of my night with Ryan in his stuffy one bedroom second floor apartment with the flamboyant neighbors next door playing Cher and Yanni at all hours and eavesdropping on the loud obnoxious drunk neighbor downstairs yell at her boyfriend for cheating on her (which she only found out because she got an STD).
There are all these memories swimming in my head, all that has happened in the past 9 months that I never dreamed possible. And through all of this, I haven't written more than a few words on a sheet of notebook paper -- and only because I had to when Dori and I forced ourselves to write a few times.
Right now I'm feeling particularly chaotic and overwhelmed; is this a sign that I just can't handle growing up or that I don't deserve everything in my life -- or none of the above? I feel like I need just a little goddamn guidance, and the only people who hear this are the people who are in the same situation -- swimming in indecision, stuck at crappy jobs and feeling overall stalled at starting their Lives.
Also, WTF, Men in Trees sucks. What a thinly disguised Sex and the City wannabe -- a bad one at that; who the hell would fall in love with this paltry lumberjack Alaska they've created? I mean, they even have Mario Cantone as the EXACT SAME CHARACTER (I know he always plays himself, but STILL). Jenny Bicks, I've got your number.Labels: growing up, music, twentysomething
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