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(In which Job abides a leisurely Sunday.)

Posted by Job O Brother, May 6, 2007 12:00am | Post a Comment
It is Sunday. There’s a warm breeze that skims our skin outside, keeping us from breaking a sweat, though the sun shines brightly. Even now, as I sit in the living room of my lover’s house, listening to a suite written by my favorite classical composer for a spring day, Delius, the light shines through windows and hits the blonde wood floor and white walls, casting a buttery glow; keeping it balmy, as though this room is an extension of some lazy park.

Upstairs, my lover snoozes; his body sprawled out and touching every corner of the bed. Napping on a Sunday afternoon – he is in Heaven.

I f***king hate it. I HATE SUNDAY! I hate the warm breezes and clement temperature that elicits such ridiculous adjectives as read above! Blonde wood and buttery glow? What the hell is this anyway – a porn story for an Ikea catalogue?!

All my life and especially as a child I have regarded Sundays as the day that fun “takes the day off”. When you’re a kid and still in prison… did I say “prison”? I meant school. Sorry.

When you’re a kid and still in Guantanamo Bay, Sunday is the day before you have to return to class. As if being a kid in the 1980’s wasn’t bad enough. Double whammy!

I am grumpy. The good news is that I took my last dosage of antibiotics this morning. For those of you who haven’t read my previous entries, I have been battling a nasty case of breast cancer.

(Regular readers will know it’s actually just an ear infection, but first timers need to be drawn in with something a little more dramatic and compelling.)

Anyway, I am listening to the British composer, Frederick Delius. You Kate Bush fans will recall a track on her enigmatic effort, “Never For Ever” a song that bears his name, which is her love song for this composer. Or maybe it’s just a metaphor for her angst over her bunny slippers. Or maybe it’s about a ‘shroom trip she had while churning her own butter. It’s Kate Bush, so how are we to know?

L.A. May 1st Immigrant March - Rubber Bullets Won't Stop Us

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, May 6, 2007 12:00am | Post a Comment


we will march on.


Thanks to Marisa Ronstadt for the words and Joanna Hernandez for the photo.

Growing Up Is Hard To Do: Little Children

Posted by Miss Ess, May 6, 2007 12:00am | Post a Comment
I watched Little Children last night. 

little children, kate winslet, patrick wilson

It's a strange but thought provoking movie, with just a shred of cheese throughout.  It's directed by Todd Field, the dude that directed In the Bedroom a while back.  Remember how In the Bedroom was every f-ing where that year at the Oscars? I mean I love Sissy Spacek and all that, but I was so over it being everywhere all the time that i never even saw that movie-- too much, too much!  I'm glad I didn't know he directed Little Children until I watched the credits.  I guess I am still not over that oversaturation so many years back...I hold my Oscar grudges a long time, it's true, anyone that knows me can tell you.  But I digress....

In Little Children, as you've probably heard, Kate Winslet plays a suburban housewife who begins having an affair with the hot stay at home dad who takes his son to the same playground where she takes her daughter.  Whilepatrick wilson little children on one hand I can't really blame her for being unable to resist somone as hot as Patrick Wilson (did anyone else spend half the movie wondering why her "full of rebellion" character would ever have been interested in her neanderthal husband Mike?), I was jennifer connollydisgusted by how easy it seemed for her character Sarah to jump into cheating on her husband when there is a child involved in their relationship.  Same goes for Patrick Wilson's character Brad, but it is clear why he was interested in his wife in the first place, as she is played by sexy lady Jennifer Connolly

explosions in the sky...

Posted by Brad Schelden, May 6, 2007 12:00am | Post a Comment
Explosions in the Sky have seriously got to be one of the best bands ever. If you like that instrumental indie rock kind of thing. I can't get enough of these guys. They have just put out their most recent album a couple months ago, and like the rest of their albums it has the possibility of changing your life. Or maybe it will just make the act of getting through your life a little better. Explosions in the Sky are great at creating a soundtrack for what goes on in your head. They seem to be able to somehow capture that feeling. Explosions also have that amazing ability to make you feel intensely sad and happy at the same time.

The Explosions in the Sky have four real albums. The first being "How Strange, Innocence" originally released in 2000. This album was reissued by Temporary Residence recently. This was followed by "Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forverver" in 2001. Next was "The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place" in 2003. This year they gave us "All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone." They also did a mail order album ep thing "The Rescue" which you can buy from them at their shows. Also, in 2004, they did the soundtrack to the movie "Friday Night Lights." Friday Night Lights is now a TV show that I don't watch. I've heard good things about it, but it just doesn't fit into my schedule. I have heard that soundtrack, and it is of course, amazing. All of these albums are put out by the amazing label "Temporary Residence Limited." In addition to the Explosions albums, they also put out albums by Eluvium, Tarentel, By the End of Tonight, The Grails, and Rob Crow.



A Perfect Day - Patti Smith at Amoeba Hollywood

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, May 4, 2007 07:25pm | Post a Comment
patti smith
I can't believe this happened. I
still have goosebumps. Patti Smith, live at Amoeba.

I also can't believe she chose to do some of the very songs that have held me close in safety these past few years: "Gimme Shelter." "Perfect Day." "Hel
pless." That's weird and beautiful, scary too ... thank you, Patti Smith.

I thought after meeting Tina Turner, I could just die. Hey, life doesn't get any better
than th
at! Climax! Then Joan Baez did an instore at Leopold Records in Berkeley, and I got to meet her as well. Of course I thought: now I can die. Zenith! (I am aware that this is not healthy thinking, okay?)

Those were the records that I listened to as a child -- these were the wo
men who saved my life. How many chances do you get to look someone in the eye who stormed the world and demanded change, and damn well GOT THE CHANGE? How many chances does a person get to thank them -- in person?

But if you're digging back in the crates of time, you can't ignore that one Saturday night on NBC, I was maybe about 8 years old ... The Patti Smith Group performed. All of a sudden, I knew this was a world that I could live in, I could thrive.

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