If I had the choice, I'd be with you

a true gentleman soldier

Miss you dad.

Music for your Midweek: Tiny Ruins "Me At The Museum, You At The Wintergardens"

We have a few clouds this summer day in Salt Lake, so this song is a good fit:

Nobody feels old at the museum

Nobody feels cold in the wintergardens

June Mix: Tulip in a Cup

The drive from Fairview

R-E A-D-Y for a moody, dreamy summer.

1. Valentine - Fiona Apple

2. In The Devil's Territory - Sufjan Stevens

3. Sagres - The Tallest Man On Earth

4. Your Fool - Natalie Prass

5. Overwhelmed with Pride - Avi Buffalo

6. Another Saturday Night - Sam Cooke

7. Sunday Candy - Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment

8. Web - Thee Oh Sees

9. Silent - Radioactivity



10. The Worst Taste In Music [Extended] - The Radio Dept.

11. Pavane Pour Une Infante Défunte - Eugene Ormandy: Philadelphia Orchestra

12. Black Star - Radiohead

13. Tangible Intangible - Fly Golden Eagle

14. The Moon Of Manakoora - Les Paul & Mary Ford

15. We Rule The School - Belle & Sebastian





Check out most of this mix through Spotify. Some tracks missing:




NOTES:
1. "No chance of growing up"
2. "Be still and know"
7. You can get this whole album for free! Check it out here.
11. The most beautiful beautiful.
12. Also:

13. Wish the song was around when I was at prom. Perfect for a slow dance.
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Saturday Verse: "Life" - Alice Cary

LIFE

Solitude—Life is inviolate solitude—
     Never was truth so apart from the dreaming
     As lieth the selfhood inside of the seeming,
Guarded with triple shield out of all quest,
     So that the sisterhood nearest and sweetest,
     So that the brotherhood kindest, completest,
Is but an exchanging of signals at best. 

Desolate—Life is so dreary and desolate—
     Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,
     Yet with itself every soul standeth single,
Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan—
     Holding and having its brief exultation—
     Making its lonesome and low lamentation
Fighting its terrible conflicts alone. 

Separate—Life is so sad and so separate—
     Under love's ceiling with roses for lining,
     Heart mates with heart in a tender entwining
Yet never the sweet cup of love filleth full—
     Eye looks in eye with a questioning wonder,
     Why are we thus in our meeting asunder?
Why are out pulses so slow and so dull? 

Fruitless, fruitionless—Life is fruitionless—
     Never heaped up and generous measure—
     never the substance of satisfied pleasure—
Never the moment with rapture elate—
     But draining the chalice, we long for the chalice,
     And live as an alien inside our palace,
Bereft of our title and deeds of estate. 

Pitiful—Life is so poor and so pitiful—
     Cometh the cloud on the goldenest weather—
     Briefly the man and his youth stay together—
Falleth the frost ere the harvest is in,
     And conscience descends from the open aggression
     To timid and troubled and tearful concession,
And downward and down into parley with sin. 

Purposeless—Life is so wayward and purposeless—
     Always before us the object is shifting.
     Always the means and the method are drifting,
We rue what is done—what is undone deplore—
     More striving for high things than things that are holy.
     And so we go down to the valley so lowly
Wherein there is work, and device never more. 

Vanity, vanity—all would be vanity,
     Whether in seeking or getting our pleasures—
     Whether in spending or hoarding our treasures—
Whether in indolence, whether in strife—
     Whether in feasting and whether in fasting,
     But for our faith in the Love ever-lasting—
But for the life that is better than life.

- Alice Cary                                                                           

A space that only you can fill

The view from one of my favorite hidden walks behind the avenues

Some morning inspiration for your Thursday found in this New York Times article:

"Vous allez trouver votre place. You will find your place... somewhere in the world, there’s a gap shaped just like you. Once you find it, you’ll slide right in."

I know that I'm at risk of sounding like one of those girls, but I hope this is true. The article is entitled "How to Find Your Place in the World After Graduation". Well kids, I graduated from college three and a half years ago. Yesterday, I "celebrated" the 10 year anniversary of my high school graduation*. I'm ready for my ramblin' ways to come to an end.

*One of my high school classmates wrote a song about our graduation called "June 3rd," so I will never forget the first day of the rest of my life!

Music for your Midweek: Moses Sumney

Moses Sumney opened for a bunch of Sufjan Stevens shows. And killed it, apparently.
He's great great. Take a look:

Also, this song is breaking my heart on the regular:

"We made another video!" or "The Importance of Being Earnest"

"To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up."

                                          - Oscar Wild

We've got another video for you, and it has us looking quite serious and sincere. My deepest apologies. Oscar Wild was right; being natural is the hardest thing. But I think it actually turned out quite pretty, and Julia is great, as always.

There are a bunch of songs we want to cover, but few that are suited to us. Suggestions are always appreciated!

And click here to see our first video.