Sunday, August 31, 2008
neko case said
"It is about Patsy Cline and it is about Roy Orbison, but it's also about sound dynamics and actual physics," she said. "Reverb is the sound of sound echoing in a room, and that reverb goes up or down depending on how loud or soft you sing. It's kind of like the importance of having breathing in between words: You want to hear the space you're in, and reverb makes it more alive, makes it breathe more."
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
joseph lease
August
Sleeper, leaves are hands, then the house
Breathes: and you tried to give words away:
You’re still trying to convince her
You’re more than a lie: you were asleep,
You couldn’t go in the room: there could
Be glass, there could be fire: summer ambushed
You: you’re watching leaves behind glass, maybe
You could convince her: you went away, slowly:
Sleeper: you kept going away for two hours, for
Two skies, you believed in the mouth, the rose,
The sky: the summer said you were dead already:
Leaves are failure, leaves are hands, dream of
Failure, dream of giving up: she won’t want this
And who would--
Sleeper, leaves are hands, then the house
Breathes: and you tried to give words away:
You’re still trying to convince her
You’re more than a lie: you were asleep,
You couldn’t go in the room: there could
Be glass, there could be fire: summer ambushed
You: you’re watching leaves behind glass, maybe
You could convince her: you went away, slowly:
Sleeper: you kept going away for two hours, for
Two skies, you believed in the mouth, the rose,
The sky: the summer said you were dead already:
Leaves are failure, leaves are hands, dream of
Failure, dream of giving up: she won’t want this
And who would--
Saturday, August 23, 2008
richard brautigan
You will have unreal recollections of me
like half-developed photographs
for all the days of your life, even though
you have never met me because I have dreamt
you. Soon it will be morning, the dream
over.
like half-developed photographs
for all the days of your life, even though
you have never met me because I have dreamt
you. Soon it will be morning, the dream
over.
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