I've been having reoccurring dreams about Jeff Buckley. In these dreams, he's playing new material, and no one but me seems to know the handsome devil is dead. I've made jokes while awake that Jeff Buckley must have it rough; his ghost is playing the dream circuit and no one remembers any of his shows when they wake up.
Since making these jokes, Jeff Buckley has since shown up in my dreams to talk about how hard it is to tour the dream circuit.
Yes, odd, I know. But it's sent me on a little excavation, finding some documentaries on Google Video, and then realizing that while many people know who he is in the States, he is a sort of god in the UK. Ive worn my copy of Grace out, but he's had release after release here, and I just recently listened to Live at Sin-é, which is intense and amazing. His love of Nina Simone comes out way more on these live tracks, as does the sheer magic of the man's voice. (Listen to Be Your Husband. I have just fallen in love with that song through Jeff.)
Put these tracks on when you go to bed. Let me know if Jeff plays any more new material in your sleep. If you see me in the crowd, come say hi.
Two videos, two bands, and two wonderful examples of what you can do with a little imagination and a lot of patience. Happy Easter kids, and I hope the world is treating you right.
...are completely mad. In only the best of ways of course. I submit for evidence item a: a track called "Imagination Of A Watermelon" and item b: "Hide & Seek," with what sounds like Japanese children, and laughter, and the strangest sort of music box dissonance. It's all rather wonderful and strange, and I think it is especially good music for doing things like drawing in coloring books.
Just what I needed after my fourth cup of coffee this morning. I actually felt my blood pressure settle back down into normal range.
God bless this musical man and his broccoli-playing ways.
There's a veritable smorgasbord of musical veggies for your listening pleasure, so you have a fun-filled day ahead of you! Don't say I never gave you anything!
Broken relationships. They usually end in a shoebox: her stuff, or his stuff, cordoned away safely out of your life. Maybe there's a necklace, or a ring, that's too nice to throw out, but you have too much pride to give back. Ex-Boyfriend Jewelry swoops in to make you feel vindicated and get you a little pocket money: sell those emotionally tarnished jewels along with many other ladies who can no longer flash those shiny baubles with pride. (If you're especially miffed about the whole affair, Ex-Bf even gives you the option to blog about it.)
We are giant fans of toast. I, specifically, am madly in love with toast and all it's forms, so it comes as no surprise that I love Dogboneart's Toasty Bread and Toaster. One day I will buy a glass case and fill it with toast memorabilia, right in the breakfast nook, so I can sup on toast and jam while marveling at my toast plushies.
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