cat power

I have felt like quite the freak for not getting into Cat Power and her Greatest Hits album, if you can use the term `getting into` when it comes to Cat Power, lost in her melodies or something over the top like that might sound better. Anyways, and probably due to my newfound sensibility, I am finding myself listening to quite a few tracks on her latest, Jukebox, over and over. Most people have probably bought the album already, and been waiting with anticipation for months - but if not maybe you should think about having a little listen. Or watch a video on youtube, because this girl is pretty.

mimobot

these mimobot usb flash drives are pretty sweet:

zap zap

cut copy plays at paradiso on the 27th, if you`re in amsterdam you`d be a fool to miss it. http://cut-copy.blogspot.com/

ooh & MGMT on the 6th of march.

Love in the days of rage

... if i only lived in another time. another place. another mindset.

Polly Scattergood

it`s been ages since i lost myself in new tunes... polly scattergood is truly magical, check out nitrogen pink and corridor on her myspace.

tune into the open

ok. so you wont sleep for a couple of weeks. so what? it is so worth it. sadly i am not one of the 600.000 expected at rod laver arena this next fourthnight, but i will be up (most) nights to catch all the action. & go hewitt! if not, i am always amazed at the finesse of federers game, it is elegance in motion... still, come on lleyton!

bukowski and sleepless nights

A smile to Remember by Charles Bukowski

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, "be happy Henry!"
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?"

and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw

one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled

- no matter how down I might feel, when reading Bukowski I always end up feeling a little better than what i did before, because - really - my life, in comparison, is not all that bad. But although his semi-biographic tales of the life of a working class man, and its gritty realism, is nothing like my little secluded reality - there is something strangely compelling, and universal, about his writings of loneliness and alienation. and for that, he, or his writings that is, has become a vital part of how i deal with life - ... on a sleepless night like this.