July 12, 2013
I’ve said this before but I feel it’s time to say it again –
Living your dreams is terrifying. When you begin to follow your soul’s truth, your ego will freak the f#@k out.
Your ego is your small self, everything you were taught, purposefully or inadvertantly, about this physical material world. You were taught to be afraid. You were taught you would die. You were taught that you were weak and at risk. You were taught to avoid pain, avoid being different, avoid standing out. You were taught to avoid being YOU. You were taught that to survive you had to protect and defend, to hide, to change.
But that’s all backwards. There is no safety, no security, no protection. The only risk you run in this life is never really LIVING it. You have a deep and unconscious belief that your fears and worries will protect you, but really all they do is keep what you truly want out – the experience of being alive, the experience of giving and receiving love, the experience of joy and connection and intimacy. These experiences are not found but created via your conscious choice, by giving that which you seek, by opening, by being authentically, truly you.
February 29, 2012
I’m taking my freedom
pulling it off the shelf
puttin’ it on my chain
wearing it ’round my neck
I’m taking my freedom
puttin’ it in my car
wherever I choose to go
It will take me far
I’m living my life like it’s golden
living my life like it’s golden
I’m taking my own freedom
puttin’ it in my song
singing loud and strong
proving all day long
I’m takin’ my freedom
puttin’ it in my stroll
I’ll be hop-steppin’ y’all
lettin’ the joy unfold
I’m holdin’ on to my freedom
‘Can take it from me
I was born in-to it, it comes naturally
I’m strumming my own freedom
playing the god in me
representing his glory
hope he’s proud of me…*
Living my life like it’s
golden, golden, golden…..
– Jill Scott
Happy Leap Day.
Take the Leap.
*I don’t subscribe to the traditional definition of god; I believe we are each a physical manifestation of the universal creative consciousness which underlies all things. Ie we are all god. So, no hoping “he’s proud of me.” Love the rest of the song though. 😉
January 2, 2012
While digging around for music to play at the New Year’s Eve party I went to here in Argentina, I came across this acoustic version of Bob Sinclar’s ‘World, Hold On’ that’s absolutely beautiful:
And here’s the song I played at midnight; how can you listen to this and not feel happy? 🙂
November 23, 2011
I’ve loved Chris Cornell for most of my life. His voice played a huge role in my adolescence, and his song Seasons is one of my all-time favorites – probably because it expresses the frustrating ache of being unable to express yourself.
Chris sang Imagine on Howard Stern’s show a few days ago – I found out about it from Bob Leftsetz’s great music industry newsletter; if you’re a musician, it’s a great read.
Given the movement of American citizens to re-Occupy their country, this cover couldn’t have come at a better moment.
November 19, 2011
Like most music-loving Americans today, I have an absurdly large collection of music. It’s gotten so big that I don’t have an intimate relationship with the majority of the songs that are laying around in my iTunes library. They’re mere acquaintances, or complete strangers.
So one of my favorite (and free) forms of entertainment is shuffling around my music library and either being surprised by a loved song long forgotten, or being surprised by a great song I don’t remember ever having heard.
Here’s what popped up today as I was unpacking and getting situated in my new home, a room I’m renting in Nunez, Buenos Aires, a room with a cool breeze and a big window overlooking a small jungle in the backyard:
I absolutely love Beck – I’ve seen him more times than any other musical artist, now that I think about it – but I didn’t spend much time getting to know the Modern Guilt album. Time to rectify that.
September 7, 2011
I love watching humans evolve beyond the constraints of gravity:
It’s also gorgeously shot, with a gorgeous backing track [Ben Howard – The Wolves].
Here are a few more gravity-defying men:
A reincarnated monkey:
The most amazing part is at 0:34.
A 26-year-old free-soloist (no ropes) who’s broken a number of speed records:
Of course, not shown here are the thousands of hours of practice each of these men put into developing their skills. They didn’t shoot just out of their mother’s vaginas with these “natural abilities”; they each spent, LITERALLY, THOUSANDS of hours practicing, falling, practicing, practicing some more. I’m sure they’ve sacrificed having any semblance of what we would consider a normal, balanced life. In an interview, the Monkey King man said he would climb from 6am to 6pm every day, and did this for four years straight. The soloist Alex has been living out of his van for eight years, climbing every day. It’s truly incredible what people can accomplish with single-minded focus and exhaustive dedication.
June 29, 2011
When I moved to Italy, I immediately started trolling CD stores and watching MTV Italia with pen in hand, digging into Italian music to find the good stuff. There’s nothing like having a few songs you love in another language to work said language into your brain. Subsonica, Tiromancino, Mau Mau and 99 Posse were a few of my favorite finds.
With my sights now set on Argentina, I’ve begun to do recon on spanish music. A friend recommended Andres Calamara, and when I came across a song called “Flaca,” a long unused synapse burst in my brain and brought up a song I’d loved in while living in Florence, called “La Flaca.” A few keystrokes later I had the video to the song – I love you, internet.
Jarabe de Palo means “syrup of the stick,” according to what an Italian friend told me 10 years ago. I have no idea if that’s true, but I like that I remember it.
Here’s another song of his that I sang a few hundred times while living in Florence:
I haven’t heard either of these songs in a good 5+ years. It’s incredible how a song can enable time traveling – I close my eyes and listen to either of these and I’m back in 2000, 21 years old, blissfully living the dream in Italy, studying art, drunkenly puttering over cobblestones on the back of my Italian boyfriend’s motorino, wearing the knee-high leather boots I’d bought in Sienna, my arms wrapped around him and my eyes squeezed shut for fear of dying in post-soccer-match traffic (when the cops pull us over because he’s given me his only helmet, he says, “But my girlfriend’s American!”, and the polizia let us continue on our way). I love that that world continues on in my mind, and all I need to do to trigger it is come across some old song.
March 4, 2011
You ever hear a song you LOVE, and then get kinda pissed off that you’d never heard of the band in all the years that they’d been around?
That’s how I feel about Crazy Penis.
I just bought The Crazy Penis Collection on iTunes. I fucking LOVE IT.
So though I’m a little upset that I haven’t been rocking out to Crazy Penis for the past 10+ years, I see that this is the perfect timing for some Crazy Penis to come into my life: my life is changing in amazing ways right now, and this is the perfect soundtrack to my ideal life.
December 17, 2010
“You need not to climb mountaintops,
You need not to cross the sea,
You need not to find a cure for everything that makes you weak.
You need not to reach for the stars when life becomes so dark,
And when the wind does blow against the grain,
You must follow your heart,
You must follow your heart.”
City and Colour is one of my favorite discoveries of 2010. He reminds me of a folkier (and living) Jeff Buckley, which is pretty much the highest compliment I can pay a singer. I can always ferret out a Jeff Buckley influence. With some googling, I found an interview with the guy behind City and Colour, Dallas Green (get it? City? Colour?), in which he states that his favorite singer of all time is, in fact, Jeff.
The song that started my C&C love affair (which is a great one to belt along in the car to):
December 6, 2010
This might be the most beautiful youtube video I’ve ever seen. It actually made me tear up a little the first time I watched it – rarely do you see such an expression of PURE, unadulterated JOY.
I love the look of rapture on his face at 0:07. And make sure you watch the 2 minute mark, it’s pretty funny.