“Down in Mississippi” by Madisen Ward and The Mama Bear
In love with this song & the whole record in general.
[You can buy it here if you find you like it as much as I do.]
Video by tori
MattConley (Community Director) writes:
“This is a really cool remix of Day Glo’s resource! I love how it’s sort of a retro infomercial with very little context (who is watching the broadcast, what year is it, what comes next on the TV?)
A great way to build off of this evolving collaboration could be to write some text records outlining additional ideas for this, or remixing this or the original resource with additional visuals, audio, etc.
Really looking forward to seeing this continue to grow within the community!”
Click the pic to watch my latest animation of the fantastic story, “Skip & the Turtle” by the lovely MadisenMusic & his niece Gabrielle! <3
"To practice gratitude and joy, in those moments of terror, when we’re wondering, ‘Can I love you that much? Can I believe in this this passionately? Can I be this fierce about this?’ Just to be able to stop and instead of catastrophizing what might happen, to say, ‘I’m just so grateful. Because to feel this vulnerable means I’m alive.’"
Brené Brown, The Power of Vulnerability. [My all-time favourite TED talk.]
i am helium glazed, punch-drunk head full of sugar air.
nerves like live wires, lithe and fizzy.
(you mouth things to me on the backs of my eyelids,
my hallucinating finger paces the length
of your bottom lip.)
everything feels so close now,
the room is holding its breath.
you have made me forget subtlety, pretense clattering;
i am sure a false move will follow and i’ll be exposed.
(i am fused, blithely untenable. it is only a matter of time.)
this is the beginning, i will remember.
sometimes it will ache with promise
but delicately, now,
i hold that promise in between my fingers
and it sings!
[it sings!, February 24th 2013, 11pm.]
"a good family barbecue, alcohol fuelled laughter, ampersands, ani difranco, being brave, bottomless pits of laughter, boys who don’t try, choosing, comfortable silences, digging non-literal holes, doing dares, duvets with no drafts, euphoria, experiments in subjecting myself, faking confidence, far-fetched stories, flowers as gifts, forgetting mistakes, free drinks, geek glasses, geeks with attitude, getting financially comfortable, glass ketchup bottles, hannah’s intoxicating laugh, having meaningful conversations, having my hair stroked, hilarious misunderstandings, intense charity shop hilarity, jeanette winterson, late night epiphanies, listening to lynne sing, llamas, losing weight, love like a tsunami, magnetic poetry, meeting in the library, milk, mooses, not fearing the worst, not putting myself down, not thinking about ‘future’, people remembering my name, performance arts duals, plausible excuses, polaroids, post-gym euphoria, pyjamas, random dumb missions, reaching conclusions about me, red, resolving dramas, ryan adams, scars, secrets, smiling for no reason, spontaneity, stars, sudden inspiration, sweet tea, sylvia plath, taking time to care, telling elaborate white lies, that fuzzy feeling, thawing by log fires, the beauty of fragility, the bell jar, the mezzanine spiral staircase, the smell of lilies, throwing peachhalves into fryingpans, unconditional friends, unexpected presents, vegetables, vivid dreams i remember, water, when i’m not freezing, when love conquers all, when things get better, white russians, words, words & meanings, yawning lilies"
a list i just found of things i liked in 2004.
friday night in on my own as i actually feel.
Neologisms represent a need to have the right labels for everything. A need to say “this is just so”, and be sure of it. Some observers hear the foreign imports and sigh, wishing that the English language played host to such refined, poetic lexical artifacts. Personally, I am glad to find these lacunae. To really work for meaning is not a chore. To find the closest compound of words and phrases to approximate feeling is rewarding in itself; to make use of neologisms and ambassadors of other languages and still fall short means only that you appreciate that language is always a compromise where we must meet each other halfway and say not “I know” but “I understand”. Lacunae represent the sheer impossibility of categorising the entirety of the world; how appropriate it is that so often these are found when it comes to describing the describer.
The gaps are always where we find ourselves."
(I wanted to quote the whole thing, but I refrained. Follow the link, go read it!)
afternoon music & nearly naps.
(portrait of lis & my feet, glasgow, feb ‘13)