Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Saturday, October 6, 2012
The Brilliance of Others
If I can be egotistical about anything, it's how freaking talented
the people around me are. Musicians, artists, wordsmiths, they are
mythical creatures that exist in a world of extraordinariness I am just
lucky enough to stand next to. Here's a few of these examples.
This lady Carabella Sands is truly among the faerie people. She evokes whimsy, punctured innocence, devilish obsession with small things. She is my muse, my flame. This is her flickster.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/
Then recently, I also was lucky enough to watch my friend record and produce this album by a couple of Aussie-expatriate-turned-Baltimoreans calling themselves Smoke Bellow. Beautiful album.
Smoke Bellow--Old Haunts
And
then just the other day, my newly-Californian Narcissa launched her
blog concerning hydroponic sustainable gardening, reasons to run, and
advocating food rage.
Exploring in Paradise
Another friend of mine, Michael Voorhis (not "Matt" as the tag suggests), read from his novel Jaw Pieces on the MICA radio show Sound Curtain. It's beyond extraordinary.
http://soundcloud.com/the-
Then, yes, I do actually have an opportunity to self-promote. This isn't a game-changer, this isn't poetry, this is barely even good, but I did read it on Sound Curtain a couple weeks ago. I also read it once at the weekly Artichoke Haircut open mic. It's fun to read.
http://soundcloud.com/the-sound-curtain/juliana-converse-good-service
Narcissa may be in a sensory paradise of sun and sand and fresh air, but we've been watching Baltimore experience an artistic renaissance that I venture beats the hell out of our Big Red Delicious Protruding FameRocket TimeWarner Machine.
Listen--look--be inspired.
Long live art for art's sake.
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| Ms. Sands |
This lady Carabella Sands is truly among the faerie people. She evokes whimsy, punctured innocence, devilish obsession with small things. She is my muse, my flame. This is her flickster.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/
Then recently, I also was lucky enough to watch my friend record and produce this album by a couple of Aussie-expatriate-turned-Baltimoreans calling themselves Smoke Bellow. Beautiful album.
Smoke Bellow--Old Haunts
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| Narcissa at the farmer's market |
Exploring in Paradise
Another friend of mine, Michael Voorhis (not "Matt" as the tag suggests), read from his novel Jaw Pieces on the MICA radio show Sound Curtain. It's beyond extraordinary.
http://soundcloud.com/the-
Then, yes, I do actually have an opportunity to self-promote. This isn't a game-changer, this isn't poetry, this is barely even good, but I did read it on Sound Curtain a couple weeks ago. I also read it once at the weekly Artichoke Haircut open mic. It's fun to read.
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| I'm a slave 4 U |
http://soundcloud.com/the-sound-curtain/juliana-converse-good-service
Narcissa may be in a sensory paradise of sun and sand and fresh air, but we've been watching Baltimore experience an artistic renaissance that I venture beats the hell out of our Big Red Delicious Protruding FameRocket TimeWarner Machine.
Listen--look--be inspired.
Long live art for art's sake.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Summer Babes
Sundresses, margaritas, long candelit porch chats...summer is a woman's season.
Not surprising, then, that my ever-growing Summer 2011 Mix is dominated by female voices, old and new.
L.L. is a standby on nearly every mix I make, and a good anthem for the reckless love of summer youth.
Cults, who seem to be a newcomer, will be releasing their self-titled album on June 7 I believe the website says.
The hazy lethargy of Beach House suits this wretches swampy Maryland season.
Dirty Gold and Best Coast bring back the Cali dreams which by now we should all know are only shadows but are convincing nonetheless.
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