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molded and audio

The beginning of Kristin Hersh’s song, “Glass,” brought me back to Heart’s “Little Queen” album for all of 5 seconds – its that graphic designer in me making associations again…

And in case you’ve been living under a rock, Pavement is getting back together. I fell for Pavement with the mid-90′s “no alternative” compilation.

Also, I’m applying to grad school, so I should slowly start losing my mind faster than any form of  crush/love could ever do! I dug out some old ceramics pieces to photograph, they lack titles, by the way:

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“where is my mind…where is my mind?”

Today is supposed to reach or at least feel like a 100 degrees here in RI and I’m sweating with the AC on… could be that I just got one hell of an email which inspired the following poem:

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a crush of… a rush of air 2am. breathing the chill air. ribs and fingertips. gin. gin. gin. music that’s music playing over the din of my rush thoughts… nerves vibrating. popping bubbles of bursted hopes and lust. ginger tongue. gin-grr tongue. dirty streets. passers-by, busy for 2am. the world, where it was seconds before we kissed and then the aftermath of bliss driving into the darkness. what was on the radio? what was that thought bubble? your words make it all over again repeating stuck on the record skipping like my breath.

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other things that make my heart go skip skip is new music by Kristin Hersh… its not ginger milk tea, and its not a hell of a 2am kiss, but you know, its still good none the less.

I’m also loving Memory Cassettes who allegedly go by several other names as well. I think one is Memory Tapes, I’m too  lazy to look up the others. They’re so mellow, sweet and make me wish to curl up with the sound and drink ginger milk tea and dance in the sunshine -  maybe it was the kiss the other night that is making everything seem oh-so-sweet? but whatever, they’re awesome.

for your ears…

New Kristin Hersh for your downloading pleasure (you should donate to the nice lady after you download)

Nice and not so nice.

I’ve been stuck in the house with a bad cold so its been nothing but reading, movie watching and listening to one cd/mp3 after another.  The other day I contemplated listening to all my cds in alphabetical order just for shits and giggles. I didn’t do it.  Though, I did watch episodes of Buffy, Family Guy, and Bones. I also watched a mediocre horror movie called “White Noise.” I got it from the local library which never seems to have a good selection of dvds. They always have movies that are at least three years old, which should be a good selection for someone who seems to miss movies when they actually come out but… its not. Its been awhile since I watched a quality horror flick, the last one was this Korean film called “the host.” It wasn’t scary but it was suspenseful, unpredictable, and well done, which is something I can not say about “White Noise.”

Since I’ve been sitting (or laying) on my ass, I decided to sit my ass in front of the computer for a long amount of time. I finally got around to checking out Kristin Hersh’s website, I haven’t visited in awhile I’m abashed to admit. Its all newly designed by Lakuna which is the design studio of Misi and Dave Narcizo (Throwing Muses drummer). Dave is the sort of dude I’d shake hands with, if I weren’t completely intimidated by the fact that he’s the drummer the Throwing Muses.

Kristin Hersh put up new songs on her Cashmusic site. For once, I actually paid for my mp3′s. In her song, “Sand” I swore she was saying “Rape!” at the beginning of the song. I was half expecting a “don’t do it, because its not nice..” in there. I don’t believe she has any rape or really political songs, but I figured maybe she was going in a new direction with this one. I tried to look up the song lyrics because sometimes I just hear weird things in songs, like that Throwing Muses song where I swore she was proclaiming: “I need a fuck..” turns out it was “fork.” Or that Pixies song “Levitate Me” where it sounds like Frank Black says, “kick a baby.” Before I get hate mail, I don’t condone kicking babies, but that part of the song strikes me funny because he seems to say it with such gusto.. and its funny because its wrong.

So anyhow, Kristin Hersh is not saying, “Rape!” at the beginning of “Sand.” I couldn’t find the lyrics on her site, but there was an explanation of the song, which had nothing to do with rape, so there goes that theory. Maybe if she’s reading this… she has my permission to write “Rape! don’t do it because its not nice.” though it sounds more like subject for an Amanda Palmer song.

I feel I should explain “Rape! don’t do it because its not nice” was a comment one of my fellow cocktail club members proclaimed in our podcast about me blogging to help get donations for RAINN (the rape abuse incest national network). We were trying desperately to not be assholes about the subject, so of coures of us spewed that out. I think that was the same podcast in which I spewed out a quote from Victorian Erotica which was something along the lines of “fuck me with a prick of hate, not love!”

stimuli

While checking my bank account the other day I discovered that my government economic stimulus check (or whatever the fuck they are calling it) had been deposited into my account. A whole whopping three hundred dollars. Not exactly the stimulus I was hoping for, but free money is free money. So now what to do with it? Initially, I was thinking of perhaps getting a new version of Adobe Photoshop as mine, I am certain, is going to kick the bucket along with the old school imac that it is on. That’s right, I went and got a new imac but have yet to afford a version of Photoshop that my new imac will recognize. It’d be nice. Nice to not need to switch from computer to computer when updating my website. Unfortunately, I would need a loan to buy Adobe Photoshop as the cost of it is almost the equivalent of a down payment on a fucking car (well a used one anyways). I could probably use a new/used car more than Photoshop – I don’t think this stimulus check is going to cut it.

One of the things that sucks about being ass broke is that I miss going to concerts. Much like I miss my sanity and having sex. Sometimes music is like sex. Maybe even better? The musicians won’t call you to find out what your doing right now and why your not with them instead. I was excited earlier to see that NPR was going to air a DeVotchka concert. Its seems to be the closest thing I’m going to get to live music these days. (Though I do have this $300 check now that really should go to bills.) Lately, I see all these shows I’d like to go to and one, they are usually out of state. Why doesn’t anyone good come to Rhode Island anymore? And two, apparently my car runs like shit. The other day my Dad asked “how long has your car been running like that?” “like what?”I asked nonchalantly. “like crap.” I shrugged. Its actually been ‘running like that’ since I got it. My car is a hand-me-down from my cousin, Mike. I just keep praying it will hold out till I get a ‘real job’ in which I can afford a car that wasn’t someone’s hand-me-down. Which would be a first for me, my last car was also a hand-me-down and the one before that was my Dad’s car which I drove all through college and beyond, and eventually to a junkyard… they came and took it away when it finally kicked the bucket a few years back. 



Since I’m probably not getting a new car with this stimulus check, I suppose I could get a haircut and dye job – someone wished me a happy mother’s day last week and I’m certain the white hairs around my forehead are not helping my case. After which I’m pretty sure I’ll have money left over for things like bill paying. I want to do something semi-resposnible with it and not have a newbury comics shopping spree which is what I’d really like to do with it. Or a Miko shopping spree – maybe a combo of both? I would definitely need some new music to go along with a shitload of new sex toys. I don’t know who I’d try out the sex toys with – well self-love is as important as loving another. You can’t love others without loving yourself, right? In the meantime, I could come up with a new list of songs to get laid to or add to my current list. It’d be nice to one of these days, try out my list of songs and cds to get laid to. I haven’t tried out most of the songs on my list with the exception of one cd, Kristin Hersh’s ‘Strange Angels.’ It worked for me, not so much for the girl who shut it off part-way through the cd. Maybe I could use the money to throw a gay wedding? Of course then I need a bride… I promise not to do what the guy does in the movie “Lars and the Real Girl.” For those not in the know, he gets himself an anatomically correct sex toy doll and calls it his girlfriend. At one point in the movie, he asks it to marry him.

I could get a tattoo or several… have a crazy day/night in New York City or hire strippers.. throw a party with a stripper. I feel like a kid a in a candy store with a five dollar bill. This is what happens when your dirt poor and someone gives you free money.