Gah! I can't handle the sadness. "I Walked" "Now That I'm Older." SOS!
I know! “Vesuvius” “Too Much” and “Futile Devices” are killlling me. Basically Sufjan Stevens is breaking the hearts of people everywhere, yet with stirring choruses, electronica, and vibrant medieval English penny whistle flourishes!!
“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the people to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.”—Antoine De Saint-Exupery (French writer and aviator d.1944)
She rocked so hard at the Tinderbox music festival!! Listen & come to the shows!
This song. This songggg. This song did something to me when I heard it tested during the car test in a blizzard with Mal and Danielle and Xtina. It still does things to me. Mal’s music makes me feel ok to be freaked out and confused all the time.
“Since 1986, several hundred people who have tried essentially a plant-based diet—not ingesting any cholesterol from any source—have seen their bodies start to heal themselves—break up the arterial blockage, break up the calcium deposits around the heart. Eighty-two percent of the people who have done this have had that result, so I want to see if I can be one of them.”—
Dislocating my knee isn’t a big deal. But being on a second floor walk up and getting myself food in a city where everyone walks posed an annoyance. I am lucky my friends kept telling me to stay put and got me ice packs from the freezer while grabbing themselves a beer from the fridge. That my family didn’t think much of driving 4 hours to get me and having me hang out on their sofa. That my 12 year old sister thinks I’m still cool enough to impart the week’s gossip to.
I kept thinking this week “these are all right successful humans here”.
Yesterday Florida courts said the ban on gays adopting is unconstitutional. But all I could think is that people need people. Sometimes you get heartbroken and need a friend to meet you after work at midnight. And knees get dislocated and people need ice packs. And people get cancer and need casseroles and barf bags. Sometimes you need someone to cancel their yoga plans just for you. Kids need to be told “YOU’RE MY BABY” for 25 years and someone to eat those gross kid leftover pizza crusts from their plate. And people shouldn’t have to die alone because saying goodbye to fluorescent lights and hospital jello is no way to meet the Lord.
I’m not sure what I was more disturbed by last night, the sight of my kneecap on the side of my leg or the fact that I dragged half a bottle of perfectly good Maker’s Mark to the ground when I passed out from the shock and woke up in a puddle of whiskey.
The other day my roommate Jax walked into the kitchen and I had my laptop propped up on an empty pot on the stove so I could listen to this song while I washed the dishes.
This is my friend Rachel Browne's band and I had seen her play this the night before and woke up with it and that riff Andrew plays in my head.