audible.

A IS FOR …

audible, auditory, acoustics, ambient, amplitude … audio.

A playlist of songs all starting with the letter “A”.
NOTE: this has been the most ridiculous form of procrastination I have ever engaged in; that being said – I plan on doing every letter of the alphabet.

TRACKLIST:

1. Abridge My Love – Waters (from: Out In The Light)
2. Alligator Bop – A Great Big Pile of Leaves (from: Have you Seen My Prefrontal Cortex?)
3. All Ears – The Whitest Boy Alive (from: Dreams)
4. Angeles – Elliot Smith (from: Either/Or)
5. Anthophobia – The Love Language (from: Libraries)
6. After Laugher Comes Tears – Wendy Rene (from: After Laugher Comes Tears)
7. Advert Your Eyes – Pandit (from: Pandit EP)
8. Ayla – The Maccabees (from: Given To The Wild)
9. Accidents Are Bound To Happen – Tiger Waves (from: Only Good Bands Have Animal Names)
10. All My Asshole Friends – Hotel Lights (from: Girl Graffiti)
11. Asleep For Days – Blitzen Trapper (from: Field Rexx)
12. Atlas Hands – Benjamin Francis Leftwich (from: Last Smoke Before the Snowstorm)
13. All My Stars Aligned – St. Vincent (from: Marry Me)
14. Alfomega – Caetano Veloso (from: Caetano Veloso)
15. Answer – Cant (from: Dreams Come True)
16. Again and Again – Mikal Cronin (from: Mikal Cronin)
17. Are You a Mirror – Quiet Company (from: We are all Where We Belong)
18. Armageddon – Circe Link (from: Let’s Go Together)
19. Airport Surroundings – Loney, Dear (from Dear John)
20. Ammunition – Trembling Blue Stars (from: Alive to Every Smile)
21. Against All Odds – Phil Collins (from: Against All Odds SDTK)

DOWNLOAD THE PLAYLIST HERE

do you know j. irvin dally? get to know j. irvin dally…

I have mentioned him multiple times and have played his voice for multiple ears, but did you hear … did you listen?  if you did you would be as enamored as I am.  here i am, force feeding you one of the most beautiful voices i have heard all year.  

J. IRVIN DALLY

not only blessed with a set of vocal chords, which will render you useless, but his words will melt you like mr snow man on a hot sunny august day, wandering the streets of los angeles – that is me right now, as i listen to him on repeat.  not convinced?  now look at that face, that mouth, the toothpick resting so delicately between his lips. in the style of Shakespeare, oh to be a pick upon that lip.  okay too far – creeping myself out.  just watch, love ….. and creep yourself out too.

 

http://jirvindally.net/

attempting to catch up.

I made two discoveries today and i am realizing these discoveries aren’t new in the sense of time and seeing as they are not new – i cant really claim to have discovered them. Though, they are new to me and as dated as the unearthing of these finds may be – i feel as though i have struck gold.

It started off with my (late) discovery of Grace Woodroofe – the young songstress discovered by Heath Ledger. I put my google skills on the case – i must get this album. Low and behold, the album has been out for over a month… My search ended in the best $12.99 I have ever tossed at itunes.

Here’s the video for her first single “I’ve Handled Myself Wrong”

Now to heat things up in a twisted, literally, way. The second discovery is probably old news to the majority of those out there, but OH MY GOODNESS, this video …

I was on the modular website, clicking about, when I stumbled on probably one of the most disturbing AND genius videos I have ever seen.

just watch.

bruised knees.

My halloween costume requires minimal attire, but an abundance of bruises and smeared lipstick.

This is not just halloween, this year we turn LA into our own Twin Peaks.

Becoming Ronette Pulaski –

Dirty white slip
Random bruises
lipstick smeared across cheeks
80′s hair

done and done

ronette pulaski

letting go.

It has been a year and I can proudly say I have let go. It took a while and the internal wounds are still healing, but I feel free; i am finally free of the desire to turn back time and change the future as i currently know it. Granted, mistakes were made and many tears were shed, yet here I am able to stand on my own two feet. We, as women, are often told (and encouraged) to rely on men; convinced we are too delicate and cant handle life’s stresses – we need men to make us feel safe and secure. Truth is we are more than capable of independence and personal sovereignty. Many of us allow ourselves to be bullied into a life run by others where our best interest is the interest of another. We become vulnerable and weak, believing our worth has been diminished. This may sound a bit “feminist” or riddled with misandry, it’s not. I do believe men, too, find themselves in similar situations of codependency and/or dependence – I just happen to be wearing the dress of a female who leaned on a man for far too long.

There is something beautiful about being alone – it can be hard, but the only relationship we truly need is the relationship with self.

Fall mix 2011.

Gloomy days are headed our way and nothing goes better with some cloudy skies and raindrops than a good mix of mellow music. Time to unwind, relax, cuddle and enjoy the change of seasons.

Download the entire mix PT1 here and PT2 here

Track-listing is as follows:
1. Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head – Nancy Holloway
2. These Days (Jackson Browne cover) – Pandit
3. A Case of You (Joni Mitchell cover) – James Blake
4. Nice to Come Home – Julie Doiron
5. Fall Straight Back – Eternal Summers
6. So Long, So Long – Luke Temple
7. I’m Not Lonely Anymore – Jessica Lea Mayfield
8. All We Ever Wanted Was Everything – MGMT
9. When Will I See You Again – Lord Huron
10. Stormy Sky – The Kinks
11. House Built for Two – Delta Spirit
12. Get it Wrong, Get it Right – Feist
13. I Will Be Fine – David Vandervelde
14. I’ll Take Care of You – Gil Scott-Heron
15. Meme Sous La Pluie – Françoise Hardy
16. Under Your Spell – Desire
17. Where I Found You – Future Islands
18. Bats In The Attic (unravelled) – King Creosote & Jon Hopkins
19. Wreckage – Jolie Holland
20. Waiting on The Sun to Rise – Lightning Dust
21. How do My Lovely – Mac St. Michael
22. Hold on Me – Mikal Cronin
23. I’m Not Stupid – Cat’s Eyes

Hurr did.

Its about that time – this messy mop needs a change. To chop or to not?

I can get dramatic and lose the length or keep it clean and classy like Françoise Hardy.

eenie meenie minie moe.

i will, most likely, contemplate this change for the next 2 months then decide against change and just do some maintenance on the current boring ‘do.

unless i can be convinced otherwise…

pull my teeth right out.

i made the mistake of venturing down memory lane today. it’s been nearly a year and i feel like i am just starting to accept the reality of our “situation”. you begin to wonder if anything was ever real. we used to be so in synch and now i can’t even say i know you – i have to preface any mention of you with “when we were together…”, now we aren’t and neither of us are the same people. i suppose, this is the root of my struggle; not the end of a relationship, but the realization that we were on two different paths heading in opposite directions. i constantly wonder if i will ever be able to open up again or if i’m going to continue taking it upon myself to destroy anything with an ounce of potential. if we barricade our hearts then we wont make the same mistakes which broke us down in the past, yet life is about risks.

self destruction.
it’s as if we grow reliant on the drama life brings us, the sadness and despair is actually a comfort. The pain was avoidable; i could have not opened the photo album, read the valentines day card, played “our song”, but i did all of these things. i brought it upon myself and i am aware that i have no one to blame but myself.

You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.

Truth.

change.

October resolutions.
My dad called me today asking if I gave anymore thought to moving up to San Francisco. I would be lying if I said no, the truth is I think about it daily – thoughts of a fresh start, new experiences, new faces … etc. I idealize the change when, suddenly, a wave of fear floods my head; my life is here what will I be if I’m not HERE. In reality, I will probably be more likely to find happiness and myself (as cliche as that is). The attachments that tie us down in life are only weighted by memories, most of which are stemmed in pain – creating a codependent and one sided relationship between yourself and the city. Years and memories have made this city familiar and comfortable, just like a dying relationship. Much like when in a dying relationship, we grow weary of leaving the old in search of the new, more fitting partner.
fear of loneliness.
So I will stay in the land of Los doyers … For now.