August Mix: Goldtone

8-21-2016

Second verse, same as the first. A little bit louder and a little bit worse. If you're looking for a good time, this mix is not it, though it gets a bit more hopeful at the end. See you at school:


1. Bad Religion - Frank Ocean



2. Present Tense - Radiohead



3. Armonica - Darkstar



4. Lady Of The Ark - Kyle Craft



5. Snowflakes Are Dancing - Kurt Vile



6. Diddy Bop (ft. Raury & Cam O'bi) - Noname



7. Oh Marie - Sheryl Crow



8. Girl Called Alex (3.2.14) - Lady Lamb



9. Familiar - Agnes Obel



10. To Whom It May Concern - Rodriguez



11. The Things I Regret - Brandi Carlile



12. Always Love - Nada Surf



13. Stand By Me (Live At The Late Show With David Letterman) - Tracy Chapman




NOTES:
1. In honor of Frank Ocean long-awaited new album, even though I probably won't give it a listen for a good long while.
5. "Disc man is pumping
    headphones are loud
    chilling on a pillowy cloud"
                       *my version of the lyrics
6. Everyone watching The Get Down or what? If it were set today, this song would be in it.
9. I've missed you, Agnes Obel. Just in time for fall weather music.
12. Soundtrack to all your favorite WB teen shows


BONUS TRACK:

The song this mix is named after. Managed to cram 3 of his songs on one page. Kurt Vile is a gem and a poet. I'm am beyond pleased I got to sneak in and see him perform a couple weeks ago. His songs are too much and I'm getting sensitiv-er and sensitiv-er by the minute:



"I might be adrift,
but I'm still alert
concentrate my hurt
into a gold tone"

Music for your Midweek: Gretchen and Julia - "Lovefool" (Cardigans cover)

Back, due to "popular" demand! 

Trying to do this for real, maybe. Leave me a comment for details ;)

Saturday Verse: "My Doubt" - Jane Hirshfield

August 15th, 2016

MY DOUBT 

I wake, doubt, beside you,
like a curtain half-open. 

I dress doubting,
like a cup
undecided if it has been dropped. 

I eat doubting,
work doubting,
go out to a dubious cafe with skeptical friends. 

I go to sleep doubting myself,
as a herd of goats
sleep in a suddenly gone-quiet truck. 

I dream you, doubt,
nightly–
for what is the meaning of dreaming
if not that all we are while inside it
is transient, amorphous, in question? 

Left hand and right hand,
doubt, you are in me,
throwing a basketball, guiding my knife and my fork.
Left knee and right knee,
we run for a bus,
for a meeting that surely will end before we arrive. 

I would like
to grow conent in you, doubt,
as a double-hung window
settles obedient into its hidden pulleys and ropes. 

I doubt I can do so:
your own counterweight governs my nights and my days. 

As the knob of hung lead holds steady
the open mouth of a window,
you hold me,
my kneeling before you resistant, stubborn,
offering these furious praises
I can't help but doubt you will ever be able to hear.

                                                                       - Jane Hirshfield

Music for your Midweek: Brandi Carlile - "The Story"

August 13th, 2016
A concert with a view

I went to the Brandi Carlile concert up at Deer Valley on Saturday night, and ugly cried through this whole song. Thank goodness it was dark:

Saturday Verse: "For Mohammed Zeid, Age 15" - Naomi Shihab Nye

June 11th, 2016

FOR MOHAMMED ZEID, AGE 15

There is no stray bullet, sirs. 

No bullet like a worried cat
crouching under a bush.
no half-hairless puppy bullet
dodging midnight streets.
The bullet could not be a pecan
plunking the tin roof,
not hardly, no fluff of pollen
on October's breath,
no humble pebble in the street. 

So don't gentle it, please. 

We live among stray thoughts,
tasks abandoned midstream.
Our fickle hearts are fat
with stray devotions, we feel at home
among bits and pieces,
all the wandering ways of words. 

But this bullet had no innocence, did not
wish anyone well, you can't tell us otherwise
by naming it mildly, this bullet was never the friend
of life, should not be granted immunity
by soft saying–friendly fire, straying death-eye,
why have we given the wrong weight to what we do? 

Mohammed, Mohammed,  deserves the truth. 

This bullet had no secret happy hopes,
it was not singing to itself with eyes closed under the bridge
like the exiled lady in her precious faded hat.

                                                                    - Naomi Shihab Nye

Music for your Midweek: The Lemon Twigs - "These Words"

August 3rd, 2016

Here's some sad fun cause why not?

Saturday Verse: "God Says Yes To Me" - Kaylin Haught

August 4th, 2016

GOD SAYS YES TO ME 

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

                                                    - Kaylin Haught