Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now [Live], 1970

One of my favorite ladies of all time + coming to terms with farewells and endings, with hopes for a deeper and more beautiful future ahead.

SHINESHINESHINE in 2009.

The Buzzcocks, Ever Fallen In Love?

Inflagranti, Business Acumen

Another incredibly DOPE video. Merry XXXmas.

Frankie Valli/The Four Seasons, Beggin’ [Pilooski re-edit]

I sure do have a lot of “begging” in my recent posts. Must be something in the air.

Ponytail, Beg Waves, 2008

A sonic + visual wunderlustextravagaanzaaaaaa

This was shared with me by my old friend Christine.

The Eyes of the Poor
Charles Baudelaire

Ah! So you would like to know why I hate you today? It will certainly be harder for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I believe, the most perfect example of feminine impermeability that exists.

We had spent a long day together which to me had seemed short. We had duly promised each other that all our thoughts should be shared in common, and that our two souls henceforth be but one—a dream which, after all, has nothing original about it except that, although dreamed by every man on earth, it has been realized by none.

That evening, a little tired, you wanted to sit down in front of a new cafe forming the corner of a new boulevard still littered with rubbish but that already displayed proudly its unfinished splendors. The cafe was dazzling. Even the gas burned with all the ardor of a debut, and lighted with all its might the blinding whiteness of the walls, the expanse of mirrors, the gold cornices and moldings, fat-cheeked pages dragged along by hounds on leash, laughing ladies with falcons on their wrists, nymphs and goddesses bearing on their heads piles of fruits, pates and game, Hebes and Ganymedes holding out little amphoras of syrups or parti-colored ices; all history and all mythology pandering to gluttony.

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Based off of Italo Calvino’s book COSMICOMICS

Love love love, ad infinitum.

Devo, Gut Feeling/Slap Your Mammy, 1987

Wow, how awesome is this. Mark Mothersbaugh is fuckin’ intense as hell, and I love it. This song gets me amped, and reminds me of when I was a wee lass and was into punk rock. Yeah I have a gut feeling too…

Anyway, needless to say, Devo fuckin’ RULES.

Gang Gang Dance, Egowar, live at the El Rey in LA, 2008

I was there maaaaaaaaaaan. Neo-tribal, experimental-art-psychedelia rock at it’s fucking finest!!! They truly are something else, and seem to give form to that which cannot be expressed in words. No wonder they were in the Whitney Biennial this past year.

Something else I have been pondering:  ineffability

Good ol’ trusty [?] Wikipedia says: To say that something is “ineffable” means that it cannot or should not be expressed in spoken words (as with the concept of true love or some taboo). It is generally used to describe a feeling, concept or aspect of existence that is too great to be adequately described in words, or that inherently (due to its nature) cannot be conveyed in dualistic symbolic human language, but can only be known internally by individuals.

And so it goes, along with this striving or searching or understanding of this ephermeral and elusive thing/quality…comes a favorite abstracted concept: The Infinite.

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