Rainbow at Niagara Falls, 2006.. "
Those who are clever, long-winded or well-read. People who can tell a good deadpan joke, play a musical instrument, handle life with either grace or sarcasm, stay up as late as I do, or can teach me how to hold a martini glass upright. Gamblers. Latin dancers. Crossword puzzle writers.
A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good natured and untidy in your exuberance.
In the glare of your mind, be modest,
and beholden to what is tactile and thrilling.
~~Mary Oliver~~
Here it is, I guess... the thrust and crumble, the beat and rumble of an unheard band... THE MUSIC: (in no order) TV on the Radio, Hot Chip, The Subways, The National, Okkervil River, Page France, Snowden, Peter Schmidt, I Love Math, Ozomatli, The Cloud Room, Grupo Fantasma, The Stills, Bright Eyes,The Virgins, White Rabbits, Hot Hot Heat, White Stripes, Tokyo Police Club, Flaming Lips, Shout Out Louds, Cary Brothers, Arcade Fire, Deathray Davies, I Love You but I've Chosen Darkness, Bloc Party, Jamiroquai, The Beatles, Tricky, The Oranges Band, I am Kloot, French Kicks, Keane, Happy Bullets, Ian Brown, Secret Machines, Iron and Wine, Blur, the TahDahs, Beck, Pavement, Desaparecidos, Frank Sinatra, Nirvana, Radiohead, The Killers, Johnny Cash, Postal Service, LCD Soundsystem, Ryan Adams, Spoon, Phoenix, The Damnwells, Red House Painters, Andrew Bird, The Dears, The Delays, Athlete, Electrelane, Jude, The Wallflowers, Rufus Wainwright, Caetano Veloso, Ted Leo, Arcade Fire, Cat Stevens, Elvis Costello, Death From Above 1979, Broken Social Scene, Athlete, Pulp, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Santana, Iron and Wine, Jude, Duncan Sheik, Rilo, Redlightmusic, Sufjan Stevens, The Futureheads, Bob Schneider, Phish, Depeche Mode, Wilco, Trembling Blue Stars, the Roots, the Libertines, the Wrens.......
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!~~Jack Kerouac~~
None. I don't have any reception. Bleh.
The poetry of E.E. Cummings, Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver and Rainer Marie Rilke, books best kept in bed, tangled up in the sheets next to you. The prose by Michael Cunningham, A. L. Kennedy, C.S. Lewis, and the authors of all the books from college that are about to collapse my shelves. The standard music rags and whatever is on the back of the cereal box. I believe we HAVE to read to keep our parts and pieces gripped in tight to our own ribs, to stay supple and human, to be whole. I have started writing a book now. It might be absolutely worthless. It might be good. We'll see.