Sunday, April 19, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Dreams 22
So me and a few other humans are going to this sponsored/ticketed event at a school of some sort. I don't recall what the event is, and I only vaguely remember seeing some things. In the hallways, though, we pass Matt Damon 3 times and each time he has to check our tickets, because he's a ticket checker. Each time he marks down his inspection number, which is 69. The third time he marks mine he points to the upper right hand corner where someone that was not him had written a 69. He's drinking a half empty, watered down gin and tonic (or maybe vodka) with a lemon. He walks with us and we avoid a few random hallway ladders, and he says to me 'Hey, after this we should go to the other side of town and have some drinks'. 'Maybe' I say. Then he asks me why the hesitation, and tells me we'll have a great time. I totally agree, but I tell him that I might have band practice, but if not, then we'll totally go party. Awoken.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Weave 11
This all started from nothing. There was a place, a place people would go, and it would
fill them up with joy. Things would change in this place, creative things, strange things. I
don’t know what I would have done without it.
It was in a house at first. It was in the basement of a house. Carpeted. Looking at the ceiling was like looking down on a globally massive religious ceremony, with an infinite sea of people all in white, huddled around a giant crystal globe glowing like the sun. There was a witch there, a witch stalking the beach, her deliberate and measured gait making soft impressions in the sand, a circle of candles lighting her way, wooden wand at the ready. Incantations she spoke, and vile curses that the stars longed to hear, reaching out their twinkling gaze in hungry wonder. For those experiencing confusion, read on, for confusion is part of it also.
This basement had some friends, and a sea of numbers swimming around the voice of a girl I barely knew. We didn’t talk much. My eyes were spinning. People would look and laugh and flee like the pale green pants. The two closest light sources knew my secrets, for they were my friends, as was the shadowed goddess crooning quietly in the corner. She believed my lies. I didn’t even really believe them.
I was playing guitar too loud. It didn’t sound good anyway. Why couldn’t I go to sleep. It was my first taste of the DMV. Too many pictures in my head with my eyes closed. A house on a grassy hill made of wood, brick and glass. Sunlight and the functions of all the gods, towering as they did over the forests. The air conditioning sounded like hideously deranged laughter. Snow outside, and cold.
It was in a house at first. It was in the basement of a house. Carpeted. Looking at the ceiling was like looking down on a globally massive religious ceremony, with an infinite sea of people all in white, huddled around a giant crystal globe glowing like the sun. There was a witch there, a witch stalking the beach, her deliberate and measured gait making soft impressions in the sand, a circle of candles lighting her way, wooden wand at the ready. Incantations she spoke, and vile curses that the stars longed to hear, reaching out their twinkling gaze in hungry wonder. For those experiencing confusion, read on, for confusion is part of it also.
This basement had some friends, and a sea of numbers swimming around the voice of a girl I barely knew. We didn’t talk much. My eyes were spinning. People would look and laugh and flee like the pale green pants. The two closest light sources knew my secrets, for they were my friends, as was the shadowed goddess crooning quietly in the corner. She believed my lies. I didn’t even really believe them.
I was playing guitar too loud. It didn’t sound good anyway. Why couldn’t I go to sleep. It was my first taste of the DMV. Too many pictures in my head with my eyes closed. A house on a grassy hill made of wood, brick and glass. Sunlight and the functions of all the gods, towering as they did over the forests. The air conditioning sounded like hideously deranged laughter. Snow outside, and cold.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Moon River
Mercer and Mancini wrote the song for Audrey Hepburn to fit her vocal range. Initially, the lyrics started, "I'm Holly, like I want to be / like Holly on a tree back home ..."; however, they were later changed to fit the theme of the film Breakfast at Tiffany's.[5]
Although an instrumental version is played over the film's opening titles, the lyrics are first heard in a scene where Paul "Fred" Varjak (George Peppard) discovers Holly Golightly (Hepburn) singing them, accompanied by her guitar, on the fire escape outside their apartments.
There was an eruption of much behind-the-scenes consternation when a Paramount Pictures executive, Martin Rackin, suggested deleting the song from the film immediately after a very successful San Francisco preview. Hepburn's reaction was described by Mancini and others in degrees varying from her saying "over my dead body" to her using somewhat more colorful language to make the same point.[6]
Hepburn's version was uncredited in the original movie soundtrack. Instead, an album version recorded by Mancini and his chorus was released as a single and became a number 11 hit. In different versions, Joel Whitburn's Top Adult (Contemporary) Songs reported the song as a #3 or #1 easy listening hit, due to unpublished charts in Billboard. Only months after Hepburn's death in 1993 her version was released on an album titled Music from the Films of Audrey Hepburn. In 2004, Hepburn's version finished at #4 on AFI's 100 Years...100 Songs survey of top tunes in American cinema.
Abandoned Amusement Parks 8
Dreams 21 (The Gates of Almond)
So me and this girl who kept morphing into girls that I have known throughout my life (so we'll call her girl) were going to this legendary house that was a museum/tourist attraction called "The Gates of Almond". The door was located at the top of all these huge concrete slabs that you had to climb up using mostly ladders and stairs. At the top, all around the door were these blue and yellow tiles in a really amazing pattern making square arches and such. In the front door and to the right was a large room with those spinning swings you can ride at amusement parks. They were turned off, but we found the controls on a wall in the corner. I turned them on, then went and jumped in one as they started up, spinning and raising and lowering. Girl didn't want to ride so she manned the controls. My swing started to go haywire, turning me around corners and walls and generally doing impossible things. I shouted for her to stop the swings and she did, turning them back off. In my swings wild meanderings I had glimpsed a large bath house-type bathroom and I wanted to show it to her, so we set off in that direction, now without clothes. There were a few people around at this point, and one made a good natured comment about our nakedness. The bathroom was huge, floor to ceiling white tiled, immaculately clean and mellowly lit. Most of it was a giant shower area, and we went through this to another door that led to a huge indoor pool. Very dim indirect light. The pool wasn't a big rectangle, but rather narrow lanes that wound around like a labyrinth, the water dark blue and dark blue tiles everywhere. We swam for a while, then made out passionately and did the delectable things that lovers do. There was a dj in the far corner spinning some super rad downtempo shit. Then, I looked up and saw a very fat very naked dude smiling and doing a hilarious dance. We decided to leave out the door by the dj, and when we got to the next room we had clothes on again. This room was huge, with cream colored padded flooring. There were esoteric statues all around of abstract people bent at right angles. In one corner, there were these hazy mirrors set up at three angles so you could see yourself, but when I looked in them, a multicolored, flickering light only revealed my image in odd flashes and strange angles that jumped out unpredictably. I tried to get her to look but she didn't want to. We explored more of this house but I don't remember.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Blades and Axes 6
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