words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Saturday, September 06, 2003
I have loved Bjork for a long long time, starting with a few songs on a tape my brother gave me, mixed with fifteen other artists i didn't know. I remember staring at the album cover of Debut in high school, not knowing what to make of the picture, whether i would like her music or not. But when I bought Post in college, I fell in love with the way she manipulates words and sounds into art. Post is still my favorite album, full of lyrics that have moved me in many different directions, have spurred me on while biking up large Colorado hills, have engaged debates between friends, have encouraged a mental orgasm i once shared with an english major friend of mine, the two of us practically drunk on words and ideas and images in our heads. I have walked around at 4:30 in the morning, unable to sleep, while no one else is about, and the only company i have is the street lights, singing Hyperballad like it would save my life, imagining what my body would sound like, slamming against those rocks.
I've been embarrassed though, like i am with a lot of my favorite music, to admit that i really like it. As if somehow, because bjork moves me, i don't want to tell anyone about it, because she uses electronic beats, other people won't consider her a serious artist, because i'm a nincompoop who sometimes won't stand up for himself. But it wasn't until Vespertine when Bjork held my hand and walked me through what i couldn't handle alone. I bought it in 2001, not long after its release, which is unusual for me. I often wait for a while before I notice new albums. But i needed her that winter, the coldest of my life, when I was desperately alone and couldn't handle the fear in my mind, was teetering on the edge of bridges in my neighborhood, wondering what it would be like if i jumped off. and so i played vespertine nearly every night, never taking it out of my cd player for at least a month after i bought it. i can't listen to the album now, without remembering that pain, without remembering how it soothed the loneliness, made the darkness beautiful instead of deadly. now it's an old friend, one to play and remember how i healed myself, with the help of others.
5:25 PM
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