once upon a time there was a girl who wrote nearly everyday. she had a dream of music-infused words that would bring to life the art she surrounded herself, and help free the stories that linger and lurk within her soul. at some point she gave it all up, because of people, because of the daily grind, because of the return of her self-doubt, and because of a string of her own shattered dreams. but, her dreams gave her away, woke her up, and brought her back to where she's meant to be. here marks her own resurrection of dreams.
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(from a 90’s music list I started compiling a few years back that I thought I might rehash again…what can I say, I’m feeling a bit 90’s music nostalgic as of late…)
the first time i heard elizabeth’s unique voice was in the early 80’s while lying on the floor of a friend’s bedroom flipping through pages of star hits. I remember that it made me pause my latest search for duran duran pin-ups and ask “who is this?”; from that point on i was hooked on the cocteau twins, and fascinated by elizabeth’s ethereal voice. in 1992, my beautiful daughter julia was born, one of her middle names chosen after elizabeth, a favourite singer of both her father’s and mine. i saw the cocteau twins play live around the time of this album, four-calendar cafe.
i remember sitting towards the back of the wiltern theatre feeling the music swirl around jill and i, as we held hands and held our breath; we were both swept up in the sound. Tthis song reminds me of jill’s small hands, and the way she always smelled of cloves and peppermint candies. music soothed a lot of sting between us, in those moments where we let ourselves just get swept up in melody, and just be okay.
"each way i turn, i know i'll always try to break this circle that's been placed around me from time to time, i find i've lost some need that was urgent to myself, i do believe.
up, down, turn around please don't let me hit the ground tonight i think i'll walk alone i'll find my soul as i go home." ~ temptation ~ new order
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it was the year before the last real school year. the year he left. no more outside scars; i just won't mention the one's inside, those you have to learn to live with. god and i had come to an understanding, it was time to not believe. and the fake walls around me, they just went too far. i found enough of a voice to say no more - to so many things. and then change, change, change. those first few days the silence wrapped around my mouth. like band-aids. motionlessness. but i ripped them all off, and left myself bleeding and raw. and, i spoke up. more and more with every passing day.
"i'll stay beside you, i'll never leave, or tell you all those lies that you'd never believe." ~ haunted ~ sinead o'connor & shane macgowan
today the music is speaking to me carrying me off to an embrace of melody the trigger-gun reaction of emotive lyrical flash-floods with every song that shuffles towards me i am gifted something impossible to turn from or ignore
today i feel the music sweeping through me lilting, luscious, lush as i try to wash clean a grey day a grey mood a grey me
today i find myself wishing for the same persistence that i pour into all of this and that the inner working tick-tock clocks of insecurity would duct tape their mouths shut and just leave me be
i just want to be cared for and believed this time because this time it really matters to me
this one right here plays in the shape of my memory case causing me to realize that music is so fluid so full of pieces and words and feelings often the turn of phrases laden with things i wish i could speak aloudto you
all things left unsaid seem to melt right into the next track feelings and fears becoming part of the pages of my life every song i take the time to memorize and sing along with becomes the soundtrack behind the images that pass themselves off as a day and some of these i keep for good so that i can go back re-read put on repeat turn back open the liner notes and have that moment when a line i hear in my head is different and redirects the way i see things now
this afternoon could become the side of the tape i will rewind and play again and again until the neighbors bang on the wall in pleas and agony begging to never play that fucking song again
and i wonder now through stinging eyes how the stories will hold up in the end will i sit with my grandchildren tugging at my sleeve holding the hand of the love i take there with me and will i read to them from the lines on my hands show them the flickering images of a life that will still play behind my half closed eyes will i still remember the refrain before the last verse of all those remembered melodies
someone will be there with me (i hope) laughing mocking at what a sentimental thing i've become while inside they smile because we all cherish the stories shared of our own existence perhaps they will correct my additions and enhancements add in the erased letters that i choose to forget whisper that the truth does not need painting over with glitter or exaggerated pause but they all know that sometimes that is just how i am and anyway color changes everything just like the contents of a song
that’s gorgeous hold it right where you are: october second music mix
ghosts ~ laura marling never the less ~ brien jonestown massacre guitar hero ~ amanda palmer
delilah ~ the dresden dolls sailor song ~ regina spektor won't wait long (margaret in the taiga) ~ the decemberists siren song ~ bat for lashes the strangers ~ st. vincent
queen of the world ~ ida maria nineteen ~ tegan & sara runaway ~ yeah yeah yeahs we are beautiful, we are doomed ~ los campesinos! give a little love ~ noah & the whale cosmic love ~ florence & the machine dance dance dance ~ lykke li french navy ~ camera obscura everything with you ~ the pains of being pure at heart get over it ~ guillemots epic last song ~ does it offend you, yeah?
two worlds collided: a mix for the first of october
the ghost in you ~ the psychedelic furs lips like sugar ~ echo & the bunnymen i melt with you ~ modern english girlfriend in a coma ~ the smiths in between days ~ the cure slave to love ~ bryan ferry girls on film (night version) ~ duran duran just like honey ~ the jesus and mary chain radio free europe ~ r.e.m. joey ~ concrete blonde birthday ~ sugarcubes regret ~ new order under the milky way ~ the church love will tear us apart ~ joy division rapture ~ blondie add it up ~ the violent femmes psycho killer ~ talking heads space oddity ~ david bowie never tear us apart (acoustic) ~ inxs
"a race is on i'm on your side and hearing you my engines die i'm in a mood for you for running away stars come down in you and love... you can't give it away." ~ the ghost in you ~ the psychedelic furs
"i don't want to leave." ~ bob "so don't. stay here with me. we'll start a jazz band." ~ charlotte ~ lost in translation
it comes on unexpected, like the faded memories of a near completed dream. you wake up and rub your eyes, try to recapture what has just transpired in that subconscious film of sleep. you remember what you first felt, how it grew and how it stuck and stayed. words spoken, misunderstandings and genuine understandings, and the shadows of past pain that ghosts across your skin, tethering your fears and doubts to the core of who we are, there are consequences to all of it. but, sometimes something is strong enough to do more then just haunt the subject of your dreams. sometimes it teaches you things about the world, about life, about yourself. and sometimes, it is worth being patient for, and waiting as long as forever, because you know - in your conscious and sub-conscious - that it is will be worth it; that it will be more than just ghosts of some oft forgotten dream.
a favorite song of mine set to one of my all-time favorite films.
