A true gothic beauty

Last night I saw Zs, skeletons, nine eleven thesaurus, and extra life play at the silent barn in just barely queens. First things first, silent barn must be where the saying don’t judge a venue by its cover came from. Seemingly just another apartment opens up to pandora’s box of psychedelic art and a fusion of rythyms, couches included. Unfortunately I missed Zs, which is a shame cause that sax player is one of the most interesting musicians to observe.. When I came in Skeletons was doing a fusion of their usual style with a hip hop twist. Extra Life is what really blows silent barn into another realm with their dark and complex medieval pop music. The singer, ex-Zs and ex- Dirty Projectors, puts that heady instrumental style from Zs together with a theatrical and dramatic voice/chant to create A true gothic beauty. The show was the last of their U.S. tour, and also the release party for their new album, entitled made flesh. Anyways, it was a great night, good vibes, oh and lady gaga was there.

GYPSY TRIX

Trix is a trick on top of a trick, and its all they know. Humans innate nature to care? Debatable. Humans innate nature to catch a flying baby? I'd say yes. And if there is one thing gypsies get its humans innate nature; if money is dropped you pick it up, if you're given something for free you take it.. they have the most elite degree in human tendencies. I mean gypsies have been exploring human ways since mankind has ceased to exist. Generation to generation the wisdom merely multiplies, and nowadays gypsies are trickier tricksters than ever.

Some lessons to learn:

1. If you are getting off the train in Rome, keep an eye out for flying babies (well, better yet, keep an eye out for stuffed blankets carefully constructed into baby features.) The best thing to do (cause lets admit it no one is actually going to let the blankets fall... i mean WHAT IF it is a real baby this time) so the best thing to do is be hands free. For awareness purposes, we'll enter inside the mind of a gypsy: "We will throw the baby in hopes of the rich travellers to drop their bags and catch my baby."

Trickster trick #2: Do not accept the bracelet! Do not accept the hand woven bracelet unless you want a talking shadow on your stroll through Paris.

Trickster trick #3: Maybe accept the ring. Gypsies tend to be uneducated, and well stupid, so they very well might pickpocket someone and try to give you that pickpocketed goody in exchange for a coke. In my case the Coke was worth a $500 silver ring and a tricky smile at the Louvre.

---but i actually really do like gypsies, and their tricky mentality---- i especially like travellers which aren't exactly gypsies--- but they rule at trixxxx.

on a good day

They say there is no such thing as a self less good deed. But I must say it is not pleasurable to turn your skin inside out, to show the world the inner workings of your emotions, and to raise your poetry to sync with your reality. Not only to personify your poetry, but to publicize that poetry leaving it open for the world to criticize. Joni took off her makeup, lived as a shaman for a year; she comes back to the city and puts every ounce of emotion into her rhythmic poetry of the album Ladies of the Canyon. Joni made her emotions public in this album, subjecting herself to the greatest vulnerability. Her friends said don’t, they told her to re think the album, they said, “save something for yourself.” She did anyways, and reached the heart of millions at the sake of her own heartache.

Only the deepest meditation can write like this

Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star and I said constantly in the darkness. Where’s that at? if you want me I’ll be in the bar.

On the back of the cartoon coaster in the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada. Oh Canada with your face sketched on it twice.

Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine you taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling and I would still be on my feet. I would still be on my feet.

I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I’m frightened by the devil and I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid I remember that time you told me love is touching souls, surely you touch mine cause part of you pours out of me from time to time.

You’re in my blood like holy wine you taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling, still I’d be on my feet. I’d still be on my feet.

I met a women she had a mouth like yours she knew your life she knew your devils and your deeds she said go to him stay with him if you can but be prepared to bleed. Oh but your in my blood you’re my holy wine oh your so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you still id be on my feet, id still be on my feet.

Directly after the release of Blue, Joni says she was at a point that if anybody “looked me in the eye, I would start to cry.”

On a good day you can feel my love for you.

The First Noble Truth

Perhaps I am expecting things of the world that I have no right to expect. Perhaps I am clinging too strongly to one part of my world, thus losing touch with the total picture.

Bienvenidos

Considering I have told absolutely no one about this blog, I suppose its more of a journal than a blog. The only reason I don’t maintain my actual journal is because I will lose it, I will lose it and then I will be devastated. Whereas a blog is somewhat permanent (scary) but I figure I would have a hard time losing a website. The blog that has become a journal is rather a diary of things I see, whether it be while freestyle walking the city streets or the many visions of my head.

For any weirdo that has some way hacked their way here: Enjoy.