Fuck Yeah Friday Mix...a little late.
frankie vallie : beggin
scissor sisters : invisible light
here we go magic : old world united
grouplove : colours
black lips : before you judge me
aloe blacc : femme fatale
blonde redhead : here sometimes
carole king : will you still love me tomorrow?
the beatles : mama you've been on my mind
Now every one knew. Love had grown up in an evening.
Now every one knew. Love had grown up in an evening.
THANK YOU
My show at the Stolen & Escaped gallery was such a good time. Thank you to all of my friends for making it such an amazing time.
Rain Can't Ruin June
So, as it seems, June in Utah has been quite rain-filled. Something like 110% above normal. Sort of like asking for a sandwich, you get it in hand, and you think it's going to be filled with awesome and then it disintegrates into a sloppy wet mess. I have a feeling though, someone (the weather makers of the universe) are going to burn that soggy mess into crispy crumbs sooner than we know it. In the meantime, here's a rainyday fuck yeah friday mix.
Winterlike Summer
Notwist : Pilot
The Good Life : O'Rourkes, 1:20am
Marco Benevento
Form of Rocket : Elizabeth Smart
Walter Meego : Keyhole
Tennis : Marathon
Stars : Take Me to the Riot
And it Was
A garment bag (read: body bag), slumped over my passenger seat. Filled with interchangeable exoskeletal references of my mother. It's starting to hit me now.
Where the Stars Don't Mean Anything
CRAWL EXPENSIVELY AWAY. MY LADY
jets to brazil . chinatown
neon indian . sleep paralysist
alina orlova . lijo
minus the bear . absinthe at the fly honey warehouse
john vanderslice . too much time
black heart procession . square heart
the spring has been exquisite and the
summer may be beautiful. But,
tell me with eyes quiteshut
did you love me,will you love me
and perfectly so forth;i see,
kissing you—only kissing
you(it is still spring
and summer may be beautiful)shall we
say years? O let us say it,girl
to boy smiling while the moments kill
us gently and infinitely.
And believe(do not believe)there’ll
be a time when even these leaves will
crawl expensively away. My lady.
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