that 60s record smell, photography, Europe, the chills, feminism, KPFK, google maps street view, detectives, the smell of photo chemicals on my hands, transparency, BBC World News, exploring new places, tea, cold days, late nights, double entendres, sadness. Anthropomorphism!
Nirvana, The Zombies, Ride, Yann Tiersen, Chet Baker, Joy Division, Toys That Kill, The Slits, The Raincoats, Pavement, Sonic Youth, The Smithereens, Beat Happening, Slowdive, Young Marble Giants, Stereo Total, Cat Power, The Sonics, Belle and Sebastian, Wire, Suicide, Talking Heads, Dream Syndicate, Sarcastic Bitch, Yo La Tango, Television, The Milkshakes, Wipers, X-Ray Spex, Softies, Pulp, The Fall, Elliott Smith, The Vaselines, Peter Bjorn and John, Crass, The Feelies, Billy Bragg, Camera Obscura, PJ Harvey, Unwound, Bjork, The Buzzcocks, Cocteau Twins, Dinosaur Jr., Blonde Redhead, Astrud Gilberto, Be Your Own Pet, The Dresden Dolls, Poison Girls, Pale Saints, PIL, The Replacements, The Stone Roses, Television Personalities, Tom Waits, The Undertones, Delta 5, This Heat, Art Blakey, Nick Drake, The Pretty Things, Felt, Françoise Hardy, The Jam, Orange Juice, Sub Debs, Josef K, Mission of Burma, The Pastels, Hüsker Dü, Lush, Unrest, The Field Mice, The 5.6.7.8.'s, Wilco, Pixies, The Mummies, John Coltrane, My Bloody Valentine, The Monks, Gang of Four, Thee Headcoats, Love, Miles Davis, The Small Faces, The Magnetic Fields, LiLiPUT/Kleenex, Jarvis Cocker, The Jesus & Mary Chain, Huggy Bear, R.E.M., The Yardbirds, The Damned, Serge Gainsbourg, Jets To Brazil, The Kinks, Blah, Blah, Blah,...
I've seen some really good movies and I've seen some really shitty movies, but my favorites are based solely on the fact that I have an atrocious memory.
personalities.
People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading. - Logan Pearsall Smith
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
-Sylvia Plath