instrument

i think when the note is pressed, something pokes the corresponding cat at the tail end. my cat does this when i put my foot under him in bed, to try to warm it.

image from ffffound.

how music travels

a sequence of flickr favorites, which you can visit individually here:
1. Yr Hen Wlad: Dydd Gwyl Dewi 2007., 2. B&W Gramophone, 3. be still my beating heart..., 4. Images From Everyday Classics Second Read, Baker & Thorndike, Copyright 1922, 5. 2050_0219s56000072-1

too wonderful

videos for each of the swoonworthy songs on beirut's newest, the flying club cup.

head over heels over mutual appreciation

when i say "this is a REALLY GOOD MOVIE" i'm never exaggerating. writer-director-actor andrew bujalski is brilliant at portraying a world that is realistic in the best possible awkward and honest way reality can be.
just go read some of the reviews on it over at rotten tomatoes: saying things like "frighteningly intuitive and alive in numerous layers, even when it looks like nothing's going on," and calling it "the dark side of waldorf education."

in addition, it turned me on to bishop allen, the band i was heretofore unfamiliar with and am now more than a little dopey over.

holly golightly is much bigger than this in real life

she's so good for my post-christmas disorientation.

isn't it strange, that compulsion to keep shopping within the parentheses between thanksgiving and christmas, even if everyone on your list has been crossed off? that feeling that you should be buying something. it's very strong, and difficult to resist, and i've interviewed several of my friends about it who are NOT compulsive shoppers and they said the same thing.
i went to the grocery store today and walked around trying to put together some meals in my head, lightheaded and absent-minded, as if i'd lost a lot of blood. or had a very high fever that had broken in the middle of the night from some godawful illness no one thought i'd pull out of. the restaurant i work at kept leaving messages on my machine to see if i'd be willing to come in, but i was not willing at all.

i just want to listen listen listen. be sung to, reminded only of simple truths i've forgotten.