On love and music

II.            

            Could you pick me out in a crowd?

            Without my screaming aloud?

            Would your eyes meet mine,

            In a packed room?

            Or in an empty room?

IV.

They’ll fall--

            rain drops from petals

            And snap--

            Into place, a perfect fit

            puzzle pieces

             

A Tenderness lost

            that was never meant to stay,

            It was meant to be this way.

        

They may not have fallen

            into love

            any other day.

VII.

            The windows of her mind,

            Every single pane shut out

            by ice,

            Which cuts like a sword,

            Through your pure heart,

            Or jabs into a stone,

            Only to disappear when

            The right person

            Sheds his warmth,

           Wanting to melt that cold away.

           

Thumbin' My Way to North Caroline ♫

         And she embarks on yet another road trip! (Though I won't be hitch-hiking, as the title suggests.)

         Waking up with the sun tomorrow and headed down the East Coast to see some states I've never seen before.

         Looking forward to the stack of CDs I just burned, with classics...The Marvelettes, Beatles, Talking Heads, Jackson 5, Franki Valli, Tina Turner, The Supremes. And then some slightly more modern hits, Tom Petty, Old Crow Medicine Show, The Kooks, Michael Franti, The 88...and so much more.     

         My mother informed me that our diet will consist of diet coke and pretzels (I need to get my gluten levels up before my test next week. Ugh...) But I stocked up on some veggies, since I'm practically addicted to baby carrots these days.

         I'll be sure to update whenever I get wifi. If you don't hear from me for a while, maybe it's because I got stuck staring at the world's largest ball of yarn, or some other crazy pit stop down I-95.

         While you anxiously await my next post, listen to these... a few of my classic driving songs.

Because it's just so good. 

Becoming a bit too obsessed with this song this summer. 

 A bit of a downer, but I love it nonetheless

Got this one from the movie You Me and Dupree.
Pretty good, and definitely more upbeat than that last one.

OK, now I need some beauty rest. 

Ciao, 

TB

Saturday Songs

Enjoy the following from Belle & Sebastian, one of my favorite bands. They're quirky, funny and make for a good, entertaining listen. And they have great accents.

 

Dear Catastrophe Waitress - An appropriate pick for today. Didn't have my best balance working the lunch shift today. I dropped a whole basket of bread, and several knives. Whoops. 

 

Funny Little Frog - Listen and you will soon realize the appeal. It's uplifting, while at the same time bizarre when you really think about the lyrics. House to myself tonight, so my conversations are likely to be "a little one-sided, but that's all right."

Other favorite B & S songs; 

Expectations

Blues Are Still Blue

For the Price of a Cup of Tea

Piazza, New York Catcher

Similar artists include Vampire Weekend, the Shins, Stars & Regina Spektor

Twenty Seven Club

Kind of a morbid name, you have to admit. This post goes out to all those musical artists who died at the young age of 27. There's even a whole, official site dedicated to them. (here)

Amy Winehouse: 14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011

  

Kurt Cobain: February 20, 1967 – c. April 5, 1994
 

Jimi Hendrix: November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970

Janis Joplin:  January 19, 1943 – October 4, 1970

Saturday Songs

Going along with the alliteration of the title of this post, enjoy the following!

 

Classic: The Beatles

 

  

The Black Keys: a new favorite

Too Hot For a Post

Sitting in Irving Farm to escape what feels like the hottest day Connecticut has experienced. Have to admit I love the heat though. It's phenomenal. 















To suit the mood, here are some quotes from StoryPeople, 

I have a friend who took all the doors out of his house one summer. It reminds me there's nothing I have that's worth hiding, he said. No secrets is the key to world peace. He put them all back on that winter. I decided it was peaceful enough for me, he said. 

***

 What if we all got along & people loved each other & sang songs about peace? he said. Would that be a good world? & I said I didn't know about that, but it would be a good summer camp & he looked at me & shook his head & said, It's no wonder you're leaving us with such a mess.

***

 melting in the slow heat of a summer night, damp with the dark air & thoughts of you 

 ***

And a great Dave Matthews song (don't mock) that I love listening to in the summer:

 

On the improbability of changing others

You laugh until you cry,

You cry until you laugh,

Everyone must breath

Until their dying breath. ~ Regina Spektor

Oxygen to the blood, body and brain is essential to life. I could get scientific and state the reasons for this, but I passed AP Bio and would like to go down a different road right now.

            You can’t change people unless they’re willing to be changed by you. I try to fight this; I try to justify actions and analyze conversations, tendencies, and emotions. I break them down as if they are scientific notations that could be re-written in a way that can be understood. In fact, most things can be boiled down, condensed, picked apart to tidbits. But, they become indistinguishable pieces of a greater idea, and these tidbits rarely represent the person as a whole, a disintegration which renders the whole process useless.   

            I’ve attempted to change the way people are or how they act or simply how I view them. It always fails. In the end, we control our own breathing. We only have power over ourselves. My telling my mother to not eat a dozen Oreos for lunch will not deter her, but rather make her angry. Debate, as much as I love it, rarely succeeds in convincing one opponent to change his position; it only provokes argument. Thinking that the person whom your heart vacantly aches for will wake up one day and realize he’s wrong will probably leave you pretty lonely. Some parts of life aren’t worth meddling with, and so we musn’t try to get involved past the points where we’ve been welcomed. Like the human instinct to breathe, some things cannot be changed until death.  

Post inspired by this Regina Spektor song. I like it, for the most part...except for the part about November Rain, for reasons left unexplained.

Those Jazz Guys

        Jazz musicians; they sway with the rhythm. They smile and nod as they play. They squint their eyes in the middle of a song, and just from looking at their expression, you can feel the emotion on stage.
        They wear hats. Glasses, sometimes. They play sax, clarinet, bass, piano. They play their hearts on brass instruments; they tug on their strings. The music leaks out of the pipes and into your ears and suddenly you're inside the piece. It wraps its tight arms around you and persuades you to tap your willing feet. You do. You're moved by the sound, by the jazz, by the soulful feeling that can only be brought out by music.

        She doesn't play piano. She can't sing a tune to save her life. But she listens. She sits and closes her eyes, letting the sound take her far away. She knows that the answers are written on some sort of scale. The proper key to open the doors will be found in one of those beats, one of those long and rhythmic pieces. She takes in the melodies, then goes home and taps away at her own keys. So what if the sounds don't quite equate? ~