Laura Palmer

I don't know. I think it speaks for itself.

Song of the Day #10

Again, this SotD should've Song of the Weekend last weekend but I was too Cylonese to figure it out. Actually, I probable would've been able to figure it out but I'm a beta model and not one of the Top Five or anything so figure it out yourself.

Regardless, once again I'm late in the game. I'm sure you all know this one and I'm sure it's more tired than jelly bracelets and Vampire Weekend.

Remember the days: walking around Union Square singing this song, driving around the city from bar to bar singing this song, hearing it over Ben 'N' Nicks with beer and burgers, Erica buying her first CDs in 6 months.

Song of the Day #09

Number nine. Number nine. Number nine. This should’ve been SotD a few days ago but lately there have been burdens. Burdens of immeasurable size. The proportions of which are similar to dark matters clusters. After watching this I feel more confident than ever that I’m a Cylon. OOIOO is an off-shoot of the Boredoms; this video is adorable and the music is pretty stellar. Kick start. Round off. Play it.

Bands You'll Never See On This Mirror

Star Meat #9

Throws Like A Girl

The Gash

Non-Native Invasive

Song of the Day #08

I’m a little late in the game for this series. But for the past month or so I haven’t watched much else. I’m taken – like the last cookie in the jar. I was looking for a song from the show (ritual percussions like Taiko, indistinguishable lyrics in a hybrid of Celtic) that maybe had clips. What I did find was this fan video.

This show offers what we’re lacking from our American diet. High stakes morality and ethics, a clear and discernable threat, the ability to question what’s at stake without appearing treasonous or unpatriotic. On top of that – it’s in space(!) and in a time when our entire present culture is unfootnoted and an illusion in their cosmology.

Also, the following selection is the champagne smash for tonight's Season 4 premiere on the Sci-Fi Channel.

Song of the Day #07

Lucky number seven. Seems like yesterday when I heard there was to be a new B-52’s album. To be honest, I didn’t have the highest expectations. Reunion or post-hiatus albums tend to be lackluster, safe, retro, and novelty. Funplex sees the return of Cindy Wilson, the graham cracker crust to Kate’s delicious voice. This album is fabulous!

Every song, down the line, is fantastic. I thought for sure it would run out of steam. It just gained momentum.

Song of the Day #06

Madonna: “Angel”

I don’t know how this happened (actually that’s a lie and I know) but this is the song of the day. Angels are witnesses; they watch you eat the grapes in the produce section; they sneak sugar in your lemonade; they know all the dirty words you come up with while you’re sitting by yourself; they whisper ice cream cravings in your ears.

Madonna has been elevated to Archangel status. She’ll be waiting for us when we reach those pearly gates, I have no doubt about that.

Orange – A Sculptural Collaboration with Whitney Lynn

Orange you glad you took the trashcans out?
Orange you going to stop pilot error?
Orange you telling me that the blender is full?
Orange you losing sight of what’s important?
Orange you feeling heavy under the chin?
Orange you tired of sleeping with strangers?
Orange you thinking too much of yourself?
Orange you leaving the country?
Orange you robbing banks in the afternoon?
Orange you smuggling Oaxaca chocolate across the border?

Song of the Day #05/Lost Cat

There have been a few cats I've known that have disappeared. One used to climb trees, howl from the woods, only to come down weeks later. He later just disappeared around Halloween 1991 or '92.

Missing or Lost Cat posters are sad. It's an alternate reality, an act of desire that pushes the poster to forego their private contact information. Though, I wish the people who post these would include an update if their pet was ever found.

I hope Eric finds Bobbie.

Below is today's Song of the Day, Catatonia: "Lost Cat".

Beeswax

Here's a cover of Beeswax Magazine #4. Gorgeous, isn't it. It can be yours for $5 plus postage. I have a story in this issue. My first fiction publication.

Beeswax Magazine

Song of the Day #04

Yesterday afternoon went by quickly. I got home at a reasonable time, made dinner and started writing. An inner voice told me that I wanted to shuffle R.E.M. while I worked. Then the untitled song from Green made its appearance. Afterwards I dorked out on iTunes, creating playlists for periods in my life I’ve been feeling very close to lately. This song brings me back to 15/16. I don’t know how old any of you are so I can’t speculate on where you end up. Good luck getting back, I still have my seatbelt on.

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

Song of the Day #03

What kind of day do you think you would have if you woke up with this song stuck in your head. I looked both times before crossing the street, I kept both eyes peeled while I was driven across the bridge, I fed a little of my breakfast to a co-worker to ensure it wasn't poisoned.

Though "Death Is Not The End" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds is a song about renewal and hope (right?) it still rings that morose brass bell like all the brilliant jewels from Murder Ballads.

Urban Safari #02

B-I-N-G-O

Bingo. Ruth won a hundred dollars. The Judy Garland impersonator on stage says something about dentures and blowjobs. She makes the ladies laugh and menfolk giddy. Carl marks his cards with hot pink ink. Martha brings wallet-sized and framed photos of her grandsons for good luck. There are layers of gum underneath the folding tables. Catherine collects the money and stores it in a metal box. Peter, Sr. shows the newcomers where to be and ushers the gals who can’t walk too well. Judy Garland has an assistant - a young boy who chews chew and spits in an empty Pepsi bottle. Monday and Wednesday nights are vivacious around here after “Wheel of Fortune”.

Song of the Day #02

Madonna's Confessions on a dancefloor album was one of the best to come out of 2005. Hard to imagine it was that long ago. Each track is impeccable; from Hung up to Like it or not. Every moment of this album reminds me of driving with my friend J.L. the first night we realized, contrary to previous opinion, that neither one of us was a total a-hole. Since then we've been like brothers. Like it or not crept up on me the other night. And when I listened to the lyrics, especially the lines I kept repeating over and over, it made a lot of sense. I'll leave the rest up to you.

Urban Safari #01

The necessity to mark your territory. Disposal, left over skins. Sketchie marker compass. Lost-and-found dot com. Books, video games, pens, iPod. Stolen to be discarded. Does this belong to you? On the sidewalk away from school. Take me home. Christmas present. A girl with a bloody nose. She's all grown up now.

Song of the Day #01

It's a gorgeous gray morning here in San Francisco. This noir atmosphere means almost anything can happen; like walking down Howard muttering Hail Marys to yourself.

I present to you 50 Foot Wave's "Sally Is A Girl" for your morning commute (if your at work or still dragging your mind to work). I was whistling/singing this all day yesterday. Enjoy.

Nagamuko = Rehab Cat

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The Ballad of Willy & Liza: Issue 01

William Shatner

Fabulous. This documentary could be about Willy matching his dry cleaned socks and I would still watch it. And who knew he was 76 years old?! The web editor needs to be fired, those numbers are switched around and you know that’s true.

Liza Minnelli

"My mother invented the Rat Pack"

Get out your dictionaries and scribble a note, we have some things to clear up. Could you imagine what an incredible poker night this must have been? I would use up my time machine wish to go back and be a part this crew. Manhattans, pretzel sticks, and high stakes. Judy spinning records, having a smoke on the patio with Lauren, Sammy's antics and charm. Gorgeous.

Neologism: apparchitecture

San Francisco. Night. Not only is the city old but there’s a housing shortage and rent control. Residents aren’t moving as quickly and, with big money being snorted up SF’s nostrils, they’re also not being evicted. The nouveau riche stratum is stagnant, clogging the infrastructure of a breathing machine. Where there’s stagnation, there’s paranormal activity: think haunted houses, think silent woods, think cemeteries, think wardrobes.

Once upon a time on Folsom there was an elementary school. The municipality tore it down, rebuilt a new one across the street and turned the leveled site into a city park. There’s a basketball court, a mini community garden, a mound of grass where dogs play, a baseball field, and a playground with a sign that says “Adult must be accompanied by child.” The city’s jail and courthouse is the mountain range to its prairie.

Every morning I pass the park on my way to work. The space has a particular smell, one similar to toasting pop-tarts. It took me months to locate the origin; a nearby coffee roasting company.

One night, I was on the bus, a bus driving down Folsom and we passed the park. Standing, about 20’ tall, was a humanoid creature. It was completely still and had a glowing green Cyclops eye. Its skin was multicolored and, if I could see these shades in the dark, must have been exquisite by daylight. The eye was studying. The eye was absorbing. Its perspective on what it saw must have been something like time-lapse photography. It saw streams of white and red light, the frenetic blinking on and off of building lights, the path of the moon.

The bus drove on, out of its angle and sight.

The next morning the Cyclops figure was still there. It wasn’t an alien probe or being but a sculpture shelled with whole and broken colored vinyl. For me this statue falls under an interesting category of architecture: “Has that always been there?” Structures that exist but only become apparent, or seem to appear, during direct observation, often with an exclamation of surprise or disbelief.