sigur_ros Joana. Within me grows a sign of release, As the gates open and let sorrow in. Unshielded, I listen through And understand the wordless phrases. Confiding in storms that are not mine I rest my tired, hazy head In the warmth of this stranger's embrace That foils deceit and guilt Showering over my hair rays of glittering light This child so frail Yet magnanimous in power Pierces through and scrutinises Cleansing and rising celestial creatures That corrode the gates to nothingness And appear anew with liquid blues, Daubing my senses in peace. 010414 ... fyn gula affame_le_geant_the_soundtrack 020702 ... blamethesky you told me that this was the makeout record of the year. then you preceded to ignore me while we listen to it. sometimes i don't understand you, but it's alright. 020702 ... paranoid martyr Rafmagnið búið. Mig langar að skera og rista sjálfan mig á hol.. En þori það ekki frekar slekk ég á mér aleinn á ný.. 030420 ... draugHrafn victory rose 030421 ... pepperdrinks Jason_Lee's favorite band....and so my favorite band. Mental_slut behavior at it's worst. 030421 ... girl_jane They make me want to learn Icelandic. I wonder if knowing what is being sung would take away some of the beauty, or if it'd just make it even better. 040426 ... pete they're playing here a few days before my birthday, tickets are my present to myself 050731 ... daf We think we know what's up, although we can't seem to keep our eyes off the ground. As I drive by the aggregate businesses, and the car dealerships and the strip joints, it all looks the same..like people playing, with, forming, molding, chasing after and all and all focusing the entirety of their attention on DIRT. The money's dirt, the cars are dirt, the buildings are dirt the bodies are dirt and the dirt, rock, gravel and SAND are dirt. However does one climb up from the mud when we're so enamored of the slimy sludge that we can't seem to stop singing songs about it..writing scripts about it..finding our purpose in it. And so what DO our lives amount to when our hearts, souls and the days of our lives have been poured into gathering up the biggest big pile of dirt that we can? Or burning up as much of it as can be managed? Don't they really amount to bubbles in the mud? Just momentary stirring upon its surface that are quickly absorbed and forgotten? Aren't we, with our focus so intent upon the dirt, little more than animals scratching around in the dirt for some corn? Clawing our hooves at the ground and locking horns come the mating season? What hope there is for us all cannot be found in these brutish and pointless acts of "going through the motions." Apathy IS treason. Treason against ourselves. Treason against our children. It is a treason committed against the very universe herself, which, having concieved, over the course of billions of years, this glorious step beyond material evolution, could not have imagined any dimmer days than are these in the history of her becoming. What was it phebe said? "What ARE our souls moored to?" How is it that we can learn to become more than what we've always been? When the entire world has hoisted the sails and tossed the anchor how will we fair in the coming storm? What fate awaits us all and indeed, what fate awaits the very Creation should we fail to rise to our evolutionary challenge? No doubt she has a back-up plan. Let's hope she doesn't have to use it. 050801 ... daf My apologies. Forgot to change the title. 050801 ... pete no worries daf, it fits 050801 ... unhinged how do you say this band name? i never know who the hell he is talking about til he says it the fifth time and then i'm like 'yeah it's that weird band name that i never understand til he says it like five times' 050801 ... dipperwell Listen to Sugar Rose, he kept saying, they're great, download them, get their music, Sugar Rose. Note to the foolish: SIH-ur-rose (the rose is said very quickly) laughs 051010 ... unhinged and even after he completely pissed me off but i was still too numb to feel it completely, he passed me the bowl on the porch. 'sigur ros is playing at the riverside theater here in milwaukee on may 10' he seemed surprised 'you wanna go?' 'hell yeah, i wanna go.' and then we all had the 'how the hell do you pronounce that band name' debate and i was still too numb and there were suddenly too many people around to make a confrontation with you appropriate. 060401 ... unhinged i didn't go alone...i still haven't paid him back for the ticket. i felt the same nervous shaking come back to me that day, knowing i was going to have to be around them (him and his girlfriend), knowing i didn't have anything left to say. he called me to tell me they were leaving his house across town in about 20 minutes to pick me up. 'hey baby...' it had been a long time since i had heard that fucked_up salutation and i laughed. i don't think he noticed the hint of derision in my voice. when i opened the car door, she turned and smiled at me. i shot her a nervous glance and a quiet 'hi.' i got in the backseat and started talking to al. i gave al part of a nug of dank because i needed to get rid of it for various reasons; i used to give pot to him. hard to say if that upset him at all; i chattered with al the rest of the trip. al accused me of not eating because i was thinner at the time; but from my mostly vegetarian diet and my yoga practice. i didn't want to say i was a vegetarian now loud enough for them to hear me; she was a vegetarian. i was afraid they would both think it was some lame attempt on my part to copy her. i was afraid they would ask me why and then he would laugh when i told him the real reason. i was afraid he would try to talk to me in general. but then again, i had pregamed before they picked me up. it could have been the little annoying smoky voice in my lungs and head making me afraid. we picked up our tickets at the will call but we were still waiting for al's girlfriend and landlord to show up. we decided to go in without them. we caught a song or two of the opening act which was the electric string quartet from sigur_ros playing handsaws with bows and xylophones and other weird things hooked up to electronics. after, we went out for a smoke. i sat on the fringe of their threesome, smoking, listening to their stoned banter. they said we should go in but it sounded more like they just wanted to smoke more weed. the theater was on a busy downtown street and it had been about six weeks since the last time i smoked with him. he stopped asking me to smoke with him. and i wasn't about to invite myself. i lost them in the crowd and just went back to the seats and sat alone waiting. in a previous life, i would have been very nervous and jittery that whole time i waited, but i honestly felt no remorse for being distant with him. i felt better actually. i had sat down putting as many empty seats as we had claim to between me and them effectively limiting our contact to a few awkward glances and words. the show started finally; i was pretty much sober at that point between the amount of time that had elapsed and the company i had kept it in. i was only familiar with two of their songs and they didn't play either of them. but the visual artwork projected onto the screens in front of and behind them was pretty cool. and the singer played his guitar with a bow almost the whole time. and the electric string quartet...yeah...that speaks for itself i think. and the fact that all the band members except the drummer who had a huge set up played multiple instruments including keyboards and xylophones....it was annoying being trapped in my seat though. i hate being so far from the stage with no hope of advancement. the singer spoke once 'this song is for my dad and his dog.' he had an adorable stilted accent. it was painfully obvious that he didn't speak much english. but in the last song, the most amazing thing happened. they were showing this close up shot of an old_fashioned baby doll head in black and white swinging back and forth on the back screen. and then they all stopped playing and it was just quiet. the hundreds and/or thousands of people in that theater didn't move. there was no coughing or fidgeting or cheering or breathing, just complete stillness and quiet. and the baby doll head swinging back and forth in the background. then the singer took a ragged noisy breath and some laughter caught in the back of his throat and then he took another breath and started singing and the song started back up. i found out afterwards that he had written in that silence so that the audience could participate in the song. no wonder he laughed a little...but i think our participation was rather profound. i was antsy by the end of the encore. we made our way out of the crowd and back to the car. al's girlfriend ended up taking me home and when i got out of his car i said goodbye and he said 'yeah, bye' in a short, annoyed way. it could have been because al's girlfriend made him drive us one stinking block to her car *shrugs* but even despite my shakiness, i still managed to have a rather mind-blowing experience. i can't help but wonder how amazing it would have been if i would have went alone. i haven't seen or talked to him since. 060606 what's it to you? who go blather from