I guess when you’re in love, this is the kind of stuff you listen to. The sun’s come out and I’m still waiting by the window. I’ve got tired eyes, but we’ll keep going.

Iron & Wine – “Peng! 33”
Stereolab – “Peng! 33”

Here’s to the bird that got lost in the arras. You wandered down and you kept going, while you wait for that open hand. In the wide open sky, what happened to you?

Apostle of Hustle – “Soul Unwind”

I’m loving this. I said to myself, ‘a. will fall in love with this’. Then I thought, ‘why can’t we both?’ Add this to the spring, the new summer, to all the virgin, future seasons. This is better than pasta… Fuck! This is better than a lot of things!

Apostle of Hustle – “Eazy Speaks”

Today is a busy day. There are some good things that I will soon share later. But for now, I am looking forward to pasta for lunch. And I’m pretty sure you’re looking forward to your pasta with the garlic, butter, herbs and shrimp. I’m slightly falling asleep by the desk-window. My nose being brushed by the sun dust, only to be awakened by more of Aphra’s poetry about nature and juniper trees. I’m hungry. Aphra rhymes with pasta, right?

Bell Orchestre – “Elephants”

Shepherd’s pie, nutella-dipped donuts, a few drinks under Albert’s name, a late night school tour & walnut cakes. Goodnight everyone.

The Stills – “Statue of Sirens”

Song for Sofia Coppola.

Sufjan Stevens – “Sofia’s Song”

There’s a man on his rooftop and he’s lost his voice. He’s calling on other people’s ears. They say it’s going to rain this afternoon, but I don’t see it. The man knows it’s an easy thing… that it’s easy to get around when you’re a kid. It looks like he’s clearing his throat. He’s been screaming in Italian for a couple minutes now for the others to get off their asses. It’s late in the afternoon and the man’s comparing pennies in his head. He doesn’t want to wake up tomorrow to work, maybe to watch his Serie A futbol instead. I’ll be watching my futbol. My eyes are so sore.

Phoenix – “Armistice”

The flooded Amazon documentary. I had to post this because I’ve been looking for this for a long time.

I read about Charles Mingus on née today. The messy way Mingus plays the keys of the piano reminds me of that Jon Brion song, ‘Phone Call’ from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

There’s plenty of places to see. In the open door. And there’s a sudden pressure change. The news is good and as far as I can see, there’s crushed cans on the street. And chalk all over the neighborhood.