Monday, September 9, 2013

Behind the Garage - Eric's Trip

"you're all minor chords"
not said condescendingly
but knowingly
and damned if it isn't true
and always has been
when the end of october draws near and i retreat into my shell,
battling the season and my moods
and i don't understand anyone
and all i have is this growing lump in my throat, a brick on my heart
maybe this year you'll send me major chords and pictures of cougar prints in the snow
and i can think back to last night and not endlessly repeat to myself -
what would you like to talk about then?
since everything i say doesn't make sense...




so was it the caffeine that kept us up?

Monday, March 18, 2013

Dead Crow - Songs:Ohia

this morning, a busy morning by all accounts and i have little time for my usual google perusing
but a name catches my eye and like all good times that come to a halt -
jason molina, the singer/songwriter/guitarist for songs:ohia/magnolia electric company drank himself into his grave at the age of 39
when i dream about my perfect life/house/guy i dream first of a cabin - somewhere near enough to a city that has good live music and food
i dream of the kitchen
i dream of the floor to ceiling shelves filled with books, vinyl and cd's
i dream of acoustic guitars hung nicely on a wall
and i dream of jason molina singing to me
it's all in his voice and how he sings with the emotion of the lyrics present in the song
how you can't separate them
how i dream of roadtrips with nothing but his voice and me, the car, the highway
and this song, that holds my favourite lyrics of all-time, makes it onto my list
regardless of his death, it would've been here anyway

i'm getting weaker. i'm getting thin. i hate how obvious i have been.

R.I.P. Jason




Thursday, January 17, 2013

That's What's Up - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

sometimes i narrate to myself instead of myself
like do you know how lucky you are
18 years later
how very blessed
to call your best friend your best friend
the hesitation has never been there
egos that use to battle have stilled approaching maturity
and a depth of pride unimaginable in yourself
fells you in the other

you be the bird, i'll be the feather
we'll be the best of friends forever