Archive for July, 2009
Born In Time
Monday, July 27th, 2009That was a really good weekend. Thank you. I like this song version. I can finally understand the lyrics. Second breakfast? You know, I’m always thinking about that.
MP3: Passion Pit – Sleepyhead (Starsmith Remix ft. Ellie Goulding)
Night Comes Out Like A Diamond Now
Friday, July 24th, 2009“Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!” was the first Do Make Say Think song that I listened to. That was three years ago. And when you used that title as your subject line the other day, I was hit by nostalgia… it was winter, windy, snowy and I hated having to walk around in such a heavy coat. CD Replay was still around on Bloor St. and I remember making a mission from my history class all the way from Bay St. to get there. I didn’t even know which album the song was from, but I just remember telling the guy… Do Make Say Think, Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!’… the album was actually on window display. I bought it, hurried up to Bathurst St. and listened to that song over and over again when I got home. And I think we were already talking then…
Is All We Need Sometimes
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009Smooth moves, Emily. Thanks to verderadiante for this.
Marmalade Sun For Everyone
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009I'll Try Anything Once
Monday, July 20th, 2009It was a hot August day. This was one of the first songs that connected me to a. Funny how that works. Her and the bottle of the wine, halfmoons criss-crossed with folded elbows, that brown (eventually becoming my favorite shirt of hers), and that wavy voice. I couldn’t fall asleep. I’d try to fall asleep, looking out the window with the song on loop… you know when that kind of thing hits you… and it hits you hard, until you crumple up on your sides, fold yourself against walls…
Shadow, Stars, Break of Dawn
Sunday, July 19th, 2009Saturday night, just hanging out. Reading with the windows open. It’s about to rain. We’re sitting on the couch. Another couple minutes before the coffee is ready. The wind feels real nice…
Sun Having Fun
Friday, July 17th, 2009I’m excited. The images on this video is nostalgic of those earlier Strokes album art. And those earlier albums were amazing! Had a good lunch – homemade grilled chicken that was marinaded in lemon, thyme, rosemary and olive oil on toasted nutty bread with guacamole… Time for some reading.
And When You Let It…
Friday, July 17th, 2009
It’s Wong Kar-wai’s birthday today. And for those of you not familiar with his work, I suggest you check his films out. His films are great for those rainy day, phaseout times. I have to celebrate his birthday because it’s one of those things that brought a. and I closer together. His films have got a good pace to them.
We’ve been thinking about writing a letter to K. Drew… a special thank you note for all the good things their music has brought to us. I’ve been a music lover all my life and I still remember the day I first discovered BSS. For me it was on one of those Friday night’s where I didn’t want to go anywhere. I was still in high-school then and in that soul-searching mode. But that night, cooped up under my favorite red blanket between 1-2AM, I was watching The Wedge – an all-indie hour on Much Music… and yeah, I don’t know if they still have this show on anymore, but back then that was the only hour when you would find some decent music. All I know is that I was all scrunched up under that blanket, my head probably leaning on a forty-five degree angle against the wall… and on comes this scratchy video with the wavy, faded voice and heavy bass, clapping… I didn’t know what to make of it, but on that day I fell in love with music. And I knew it in my heart and I followed it. It brought me here and I became a romantic when it came to all things and the world was all of a sudden fucking beautiful and sometimes just really horrible, but what I began to understand were the little things. And those little things are for me, the greatest things. And this is why I am thankful for BSS because it brought me a love for all things, not just music, but fucking everything… I don’t swear much, but even that word fucking became a romantic thing. So that’s the story. I fell in love with music, with a girl, with the world. It’s a really beautiful thing. I could go on… but here is that video that was my rebirth to love…
This Little Story, A Long Time Ago
Friday, July 17th, 2009I had a hard week, but it’s done. We had this song playing loud today in the car. I’ll write more tomorrow. Going to rest my eyes now…





