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Sowed a broken blue ocean with old wire hands.
Found in vacant lots the lonely shells of flowered plans.
Outside, there for nothing.
Wives and lovers in ageless sorrow.
On now to the wasted rooms and gardens and stricken yards.Sight now changing.
Sorrow building.
Light now leaving.
Our lives ending.
This song was pretty loud and intense and incredible live, but dare I say I prefer this with the muffled vocals and layered guitars and sometimes just sitting in a car and drowning in the sound is the way to get through it all.
I figure the 100th post of the blog should be something filled with substance and legitimate cause for attention. Obviously this is nothing I could do on my own, so here’s many other things far more worthy of your attention. Some, if not many, have been linked to before. Call this a recap with some bonus footage in there.
My prediction for the Oscars is that I don’t give a fuck. The fact that The Blind Side is up for Best Picture and Where The Wild Things Are got nothing pretty much sums up a lot of what is wrong with everything. The only thing the Oscars do for me is remind me what flicks I still really want to see (Crazy Heart, The Messenger, Sherlock Holmes) and what ones I don’t (Avatar, Avatar, Avatar).
However, though, in response to the hurrah The Hurt Locker has received (which, I thought the movie was alright, nothing spectacular), I say read this. Also, the Lens blog is amazing.
Silver Mt Zion is touring the US, but only the east coast, and I can’t go. They promise a sequel to this tour that will be west coast, meaning I will hit up at least the SF and LA shows, if not also anything in Portland. For the time being, I am way stoked on The Appleseed Cast playing one of the best records front to back on Saturday. Seriously:
So stoked so stoked.
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Really wish that dude taking the video was not singing at inopportune moments because holy shit holy shit. Please, reunion show 2010, I will fly to Seattle no problem.
“But I know these trainwrecks happen all the time.”
The shades of what drunks have done.
Got three rolls of film processed with some contact sheets. I’ll probably try and get these printed out the same I’ve been doing to keep the Holga archive running, but one thing I really love about film was thumbing through these contact sheets and just remembering all the shit I was taking pictures of. I mean the first roll starts in mid-November, the second is primarily a couple trips with Margaret and the third is just random stuff.
But that’s one great thing about film that digital sort of destroys; the delay, the anticipation, the ability to relive something after it’s been taken from you. Digital allows you to relive it almost instantly and that’s, I think, too bad. I’d forgotten about some of the moments I’d photographed, and now I can see them again and that’s nice. If I’d seen them every day since they happened, I wonder if they’d just fade away easier.
