Music for your Midweek: Perfume Genius - Slip Away

06-26-2017

"If we only got a moment, give it to me now"

Saturday Verse: Excerpt from The Lost Son: "5. It was beginning winter"

2/21/2017

  

5. IT WAS BEGINNING WINTER 

It was beginning winter,
An in-between time,
The landscape still partly brown:
The bones of words kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow, 

It was beginning winter,
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed-crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind. 

Light traveled over the wide field;
Stayed.
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence. 

Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still? 

A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.

                                          - Theodore Roethke 

June Mix: Brashy Rashy

6/22/2017

Back to running in the morning = back to finding and listening to music. Hope you like the results:

1. Progress (feat. Tracyanne Campbell) - Public Service Broadcasting



2. Some Are Lakes - Land Of Talk



3. Glitter - Charly Bliss



4. Moonage Daydream - David Bowie



5. Steppin' Out - Joe Jackson



6. Overdrawn - White Sea




7. Sam Jones - Andy Shauf



8. Paul - Big Thief



9. Dirty Rain - Andrew Combs



10. Mad (feat. Lil Wayne) - Solange



11. Don't Get Me Wrong - The Pretenders



12. Nakamarra - Hiatus Kaiyote



13. All That You Have Is Your Soul - Emmylou Harris



14. No Hard Feelings - The Avett Brothers




NOTES:

1. Thanks NPR
4. His songs still make me cry every time even though they're not supposed to
8. Meet me
10. Here too
12. Thanks to KRCL for introducing me to Haitus Kaiyote and also WHAT
14. Bonus:

Saturday Verse: "After a great pain, a formal feeling comes - " - Emily Dickinson

3/25/2017

AFTER A GREAT PAIN, A FORMAL FEELING COMES 

After a great pain, a formal feeling comes -
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before? 

The Feet mechanical go round -
Of Ground, or Air or Ought -
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone -  

This is the Hour of Lead -
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the snow -
First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go - 

                                                                          - Emily Dickinson