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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

I don’t know where to start. Jeff Buckley. Jeff. Buckley. I keep typing and erasing. The only thing I can stick to is the fact that I want others to discover his work.

The first time I heard Jeff Buckley and was introduced by name was in Sacramento. We were parked in the alley in Jim’s van. David and I were about to step out when Jim pulled us back in with the line that has launched so many stories, “Listen to this.” He put the CD in saying that it was a cover but such a chilling one that it needed to be heard. I didn’t understand right away why Jim was so passionate about it. Months later, another friend dropped his name and suggested listening to the Grace double disc legacy album. It slept in my closet through winter. Spring came around and I felt open to it and was surprised to hear what this album was made of. But it’s only weeks later that I got it.

You know what I would have asked Jeff if I had met him? I would have asked him about the watch. “Jeff, why do you wear that thing? I wish you would take it off.”

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8:26 pm


Fell a power line

Grace is the title of your album. What does it mean to you?
"Grace there meaning a prayer like a death prayer - not being afraid of it, sitting totally immersed in trouble and all those crappy slings and arrows that come to you in regular life, and then someone begins to love you for real, and instead of wishing for death, even thinking about it, it's not a factor at all. Death meaning relief."
Jeff Buckley

Village Voice, 10 June 1997.


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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Do not twist romance into a cowardly habit.


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2:46 am

Use your illusion

Saturday, May 26, 2007

When your televisions are broken.
When you wake up in the morning
Walking around the house
What are you preparing for?

Always waiting
To cross the road
The bell to ring
To be alone?

To run away?
To get even?
To say it?
To wake up?

My illusion is not metallic.
It does not tick or breathe.
It is a dashed line.
The most splendid of weapons.

My love
For enrichment
A just cause?

My Love
For Enrichment.

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2:27 am


Monday, May 21, 2007

tout petit
tout doux
petit trou de la bouche
sur la coupe du papier

je veux te deviner
dans les ombres de ta chambre
la paix du froid autour de nous
la claque et l'écho de nos peurs
tu en demandes encore

tout petit
tout doux
petites heures dans le noir
sur ton cou de papier

je te quitterai demain
sans le frisson d’un petit passé
ma voix du creux de tes remords
la claque et l'écho de nos peurs
tu en demandes encore

tu dis
toute seule

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9:58 pm


Sunday, May 13, 2007

I miss going to my grandmothers home and spending days exploring all the books, magazines, records, cassettes, 8-tracks and photo albums from a time when my mother was beginning to show. I miss photography. My favorite photographs remain the ones with the golden hues and rounded edges. To me, they seem so genuine. Why did they ever stop trimming the paper that way? I love candid shots. Photographs of people who are in the moment say so much more to me than the ones that were posed for.

Yet, I love this picture of my mother and me. See how the focus is on the tree, in the background, and we are a bit blurry? I wonder if it’s a plastic tree. We both seem slightly weary but the look my mother gave at that moment... she still has it. Still that strong.


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10:39 pm


Thursday, May 10, 2007

When I'm at the pearly gates
This'll be on my videotape
my videotape

When Mephistopholis is just beneath
And he's reaching up to grab me

This is one for the good days
And I have it all here
In red blue green
Red blue green

You are my centre when I spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape

This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
I'm talking to you
After it's too late
From my videotape

No matter what happens now
I won't be afraid
Because I know
Today has been the most
Perfect day I've ever seen.


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9:07 pm


A friend sent this to me today. It made me happy:

Une chanson pas une joke

Ayoye tu m'fais mal
À mon cœur d'animal
L'immigré de l'intérieur
Tu m'provoques des douleurs
Tu m'fais mal au cœur

Nous ne sommes pas pareils
Et pis pourtant on s'émerveille
Au même printemps
À la même lune
Aux mêmes coutumes
Nous retournerons ensembles
Comme cendres
Au même soleil

Si le vent frappe à ma porte
Pour m'annoncer le réveillon
Je partirai comme marmotte
Au soleil à ses premiers rayons

Parmi les roseaux
Cueillir l'oiseau du paradis
À goût de grelots
À son de whisky
Chanter la toune
Comme papillon qui tourne

Ayoye, tu m'fais mal
À mon coeur d'animal

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12:56 pm

Breed & Feed

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

How to drown your sorrow in superficial bewilderment:

How would you define the state of the world, in one word? I simply can’t do that. The world is not defined by a single state or order. The world does not revolve around personalities, or does it?

I’ve been going back and forth about relaying the following information because of it’s nature being trivial, I didn’t want to add fuel to it yet, it is so spectacularly trivial that one has to wonder how it got so far? So please, don't let me stream this in your collective consciousness unless you are truly bored or are truly interested in celebrity behavior and it's effect on the ones who feed it.

You have been warned.

Click here if you want to read an interesting opening (the comments are a good read also) to a petition that has been launched in an attempt to have California Governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger, commute Paris Hilton's sentence. At this moment, the petition holds 14,373 signatures.

Click here to go directly to the “Free Paris Hilton” petition.

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1:56 pm

Whatever better means

Sunday, May 06, 2007

I mean, all I want out of life is excellent music, love and night vision goggles. Is that too much to ask?

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Saturday, May 05, 2007

"OMG! STFU you N00B: I did it for the lulz."


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10:30 pm

Rocket science?

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

...if you read the paragraphs of this entry backwards, you will understand the updated "about me" section.

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10:49 pm

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