But I'd be all right

I saw a heart in a cold, cold west-east moving cloud tonight. A message. An answer. 

It must have dissipated before it reached the lake. 

But I saw it.

This is really happening.

A Playlist for this week, in no particular order. But obvious? Yup.





Life in a glass house by Radiohead from Sebastián Jinete on Vimeo.

Wake me up.

Four years ago today:



Just exactly as I remembered
Every word
Every gesture
I'm a heart in cold ground


RadioHead - the kiNg of limbs - Separator

There's someone on your shoulder

On the way to becoming the most re-posted track on this blog, when I hear it, as I did this morning when it came up on shuffle, I dearly wish I could do this on my birthday this year, too.

Around, around, around, around, around

Sister Birthday Edition.

We are accidents waiting

I just want to climb inside this song and live in it. Every instance, format, venue in which I have heard it has led me there (most recently).

Little by little by hook or by crook

Continued catharsis direct from Tampa, thanks to Jon et al.

The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
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"Reframing the broader debate as tyrannical Democrats versus freedom-loving Republicans is one that the Republicans can win."

"But that's not the real debate--"

"It is--now they've CHANGED IT."

Hard to believe all of that assholic chicanery went down exactly where I saw this:

How are we today?

Can't wait.

Radiohead on Austin City Limits "Morning Mr Magpie" from Austin City Limits on Vimeo.

On Repeat: The day that she stands up for everything that she chose

I wish I had seen all of Caribou's set last month.



You ought to be glad that I did not post the song's official video, which involved some kind of wolf attack on a woman in the snow.

And this I just had to include because it proves my notion (from the further-back-but-not-too-far-back seats) that this arrangement of the lighting rig made the stage look like an eerie, fluorescent-lit office.

For a minute there.

I think I should give up the ghost.

Everything in its right place.

Finally I'm free of all the weight I've been carrying.

It is the 21st Century.

Ice age coming.

Now I set you free.

Black-eyed angels.

You've got some nerve coming here.

Keeps me alive.

There's always sirens singing you to shipwreck.