It was 1971 on a night I imagine to be crisp but not cold. A trail of cars wound through country roads to some farm or barn or empty field to what I am sure was going to be one hell of a night. The Dead blared from each automobile’s stereo, no doubt, and the darkness must have smelt like patchouli, or manure, or freedom. I can see my father, a ( Read more... )

lawdy, lawdy i am happy. and i can't wait to drink mimosas with my newly of-age friend of all friends. yellow oak leaves are slowly covering every inch of the back yard and i'm ready for a break. i don't know where i'm going to be a year from now but i hope it's with my boy and my dog. maybe we'll quit everything and be a family band. or maybe we' ( Read more... )

I flew in over Lake Pontchartrain at sunset last night where the electricity lights up recontructed neighborhoods, digital billboards, and signs of an old New Orleans reconstructed and full of pride. But the 9th Ward is different. On 3780 Tonti Street, at the corner of Independence, I meet my friends relaxing on their newly painted porch of their ( Read more... )

that's right, burnt at the beach. thighs, arms, tummy, tips of ears burnt. and at the beach that means wearing t-shirts to the shore, or sitting up on the balcony listening to stories from my aunt, cousin, and her husband while fending off a little boy who constantly wants to jump on me, and ultimately, my sunburn.

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Wolfowitz Resigns!

Something about watching 'The Pursuit of Happyness" last night made me want to cry. And something about flying off of that rope swing into the stagnant pond yesterday made my whole body hurt. While the tears didn't come out, the very moment reminded me of my mom and how much I miss her these days. She always knows when something is wrong. She even ( Read more... )

yesterday was  work day and i shoveled shit out of the white barn.

it was humbling. i could be a farm girl, yet.


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albums that changed you. one, two, five, or thirty-three, doesn't matter. go.

I wrote a full post and all, but the ole' wireless fucked up before it was submitted. Instead, I'll just get straight to the point.

Johnny Cash and June Carter's house in Hendersonville burnt down on Tuesday. No word yet on how it happened. Fucking bummer.


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i thought this was pretty neat-- jenny lewis was just named "pioneer woman" by the los angeles city council (councilman garcetti)for '"contributions to popular music [that] have left their mark on her neighborhood, her genre, and her time" and helping "place the Silver Lake and Echo Park musical scenes on the leading edge of 21st-century song."'


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