So Cliche

"At the end of the day"... I see you have nothing better to say.

Handsome Furs

Everyone needs a bit of heavy petting now and then, but for me the pining for it seems to never end. Even more so now, since the start of my solo expedition 5 months ago, music has been more than just a burner or routine fling. Morning, noon, night, forget the the husband and the ring, but let me introduce one my favorite lovers, the Handsome Furs. Husband and wife rock duo, Dan Boeckner of Wolf Parade, with vocals that resonate the happy and the melancholy, and Alexei Perry who puts magic to the beat. Since March of this year I have been delving into the thought provokingly, political yet not political, imperfectly perfect, introspective lyrics of their newest album, Face Control. Take a deep breath with each track more than just audible, I may as well be cheating on its pleasing predecessor, Plague Park. I feel the envy, to hear and see that this band is not focused financially, but rather more aesthetically. Using funds from shows, just enough to see a new foreign city. Absorbing the world, life, and experience through traveling, and conveying this through their music. Not to mention that the handsome couple wrote all songs together as a team. Whoa. Talk about chemistry..

Good Jeans

I've been fiending for a new pair of jeans. Even here in the Philippines at 34 degrees, where the sun and the humidity are thicker than thieves. I prefer to prance around the city in my undies, but merely wearing shorts may as well be a felony. Well here's the skinny on a brand new pair of good genes, labeled R13. Distressed denim produced in Italy, edgy straight and skinny cuts, but oh so relaxed. So, follow their rocking laid back lead, like old vinyl they only get better with age. I think with a little Dylan in the background, I might just become a groupie.

Row Your Boat..

i want to get out, i need air, i need to breathe.
fuk love i'm going out of my mind here
it's just prayer painting these walls half clean.

see the air lives thick and far from clear
i'm falling, i'm failing, i'm fleeting.
gonna build my house on minimal decree

can you cure a wooden smile
conquer over their rusted, garish hearts
we know that plastic only lasts a short while

give me a guitar give me some song
i can't sleep with dissonant melody
sketch a rhyme to help me write the wrong.

i've seen every cold of grey, and every shade of blue
same sign, your shifting steps like mine
i want color, i want new, i want you.

i've got years on your lovely flooded boots
the water is so knee deep in dirt
i'll carry you up ladders and down chutes.

look now, you see the sun awake i put it to sleep
fade your bones, fade the pretty
killing the need, another version of me

Wear is NZ?

My first few steps in New Zealand resulted in a late breakfast of Auckland boutiques. I consumed c (customs) street, and left nothing on that plate when I delved into a soon to be favorite local store called MADE. A healthy array of hues melding and folding, garments grey and golden. Complementary consumption could never be more well balanced with a heap of worldly designers and some edgy local labels.



March, April, May, and I'm inhaling winter once again. A little sugar in the coffee and some vintage in the post modern, makes the label 'maw' so sweet (http://www.maw.co.nz/). Discard the preconceived fleece, sneakers, and jeans. Less hide and more seek, and the assumed nz battle of fashion verses function starts to rip at the seams.



See through predictable windows, past the dear and the sheep suffocating the streets of the King and the Queen. Adore a bit of push and pull up Lorne, with a quick cold stroll through the narrow High Street. I love a new high fashion buy with a new high coat, but I can't lie I despise the cold. Had to make it last and satisfy it with a short black and a bit of a vintage fix down k (karangahape) road. Auckland's getting warmer and vintage and designer resale is always in season. Less words, more love, and a formulated map.. check it out.



<3 this city. Enjoy.

Let's Abbreviate

LAX. ANZ.. I love this feeling of passing, this mode of transiency, and this eradication of routine. Here once again becomes the inception of introspection and a pseudo breakup. A love her for a lover, I'm about to fall in love with the world. Goodbye LA, SD, MN... here we go again!

Vote Earth!

http://www.earthhour.org/home/

I am joining the world for Earth Hour, and switching off my lights on Saturday, March 28th from 8:30 - 9:30 pm. I guess I try to do what I can to reduce my carbon footprint... at times. Perhaps during this hour I shall bumble around town in my SUV with no headlights. No, no, it's nice to collaborate and make a positive statement with others around the world, yet so crazy to think that this will change nothing in the daily routine of many millions worldwide.

BiBearOpposites

So, I just acquired an old polaroid camera for 10 bucks.. but the film is about to be extinct. It's disheartening to succumb to digitalism, and adhere to the tensioning altruism. Go here for your pseudo sense of polaroidism: www.poladroid.net ..and if this won't suffice, go here to sign a petition to bring it back: www.gopetition.co.uk/petitions/save-polaroid-film.html

Yes Goodbye,

Yes I am fleeting my job.
Yes we are in a recession.
Yes I love this feeling.
Yes an ode to obsession.
Yes.

New Life's Resolution:

LIVE IT!!!!

30 - 3

Nothing could be more clear, I have a feeling this is going to be a very good year...

i heart MK

"You are not the problem. It is the problem maker in your head..."

I had a bit of a recent trip through downtown LA, no swallowing necessary... at the MOCA, where varied works of Martin Kippenberger provided an atlas through his erratic mind. No pens, no cameras please, leave the visual overload to the jack of all mediums. From hotel stationary, to seductive sculpture, to gaudy gingham, to pretentious posters and paint, I marvel at the intense display of his life in his work. There is something so beautiful in realizing one's own inner obscurity and failures, and projecting it to the world. God I love this city...

iwantmore

Electric and Blue.
Alive and Faded.
Me and You.
Gentle and Jagged.
Stay and Escape.
Escape.
Escape.
Escape.

Dabbleism

I wish he thought of me more... hmmm, next?

Fake It

"I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic."

AW

Turn Tables

Dry your eyes you suffocated sky, I'm alone and seeing Portland again.
Try on your dreams stuck in cold wet jeans, and a pair of left handed scissors.
See if you can find a way between old and new, then cut me out in paper along that dotted line.

Baby baby, now tell me it's just the times, not the season or their clementine smiles.
You know I can't sleep without that flickering light, a bottle of breathing wine, and our legs intertwined.
Not lovers, not friends, just thread the needle and make a mends with me under your covers.

And then I'll teach you all my slang, and for me you'll prescribe an arduous wait.
Oh, it's more than crystal now to me, it took a patient, blind man's touch for you to see?
The sooner you sleep, the darker you'll feel the sun shift the laments with your heart at my feet.

So, come along this ride, and leave your church mouth behind.
Control the war, silent suicide, as it sits at the tip of your tongue.
It's not a matter of collecting likes, just the bleeding barrier of misunderstanding love.

Maverick?

Yet another interview to induce the cringe reflex. I can't help but feel humored and utterly embarassed for her stammering responses. Frightful, really.

Tag Team

There are boyfriends, and there is your Best Friend. I am so lucky to have 1 out of 2.

Serotoniness

I should have posted this a long time ago... it explains about half of everything:

Men’s Brain
http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articlematch.aspx?cp-documentid=8860750>1=32023

Women’s Brain
http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articlematch.aspx?cp-documentid=8860752>1=32023

Whore Moans...

A mere pull of the plug, and a bit of control. Come sunday, everything will be at ease with that daily dose of the BC. Like a mother, take it and swallow. You tell me we go around in circles, but I beg to differ with cycles.

This is normal, you know, when it rips at the seams and the laughter bites at your greed. An honor to your plead, a little show and tell of this heart made of glass. Here is a brick, can you keep a secret? Shhh, we're just friends. Devise cruelty into a sonnet, I'll shed some light on your darkened heart. So far from a lover.

"He's just another quickie" she says, as her words surpass that of gold. Hardly worth the change, I put him at silver. It only took a little while for this to cycle through to agitate. It takes some time, but soon it will rinse the slate, rinse to clean, rinse too late.

You taste better with fine wine, and what was once full is now bitter and empty. Let's levy the lie, worth the wait, worth a soul mate? No, this is my war, and your shoulder has not yet seen winter. Listen to the kids, now hang it up to dry...