Tuesday, January 12, 2010

La Roux

So long away from the music vigil. What glad tidings to bring on this decimal beginning to the decade. What else  but an act that touches all of those ironic buttons.



 La Roux proving that the synthetic baroque 80's were not all a garish experiment gone awry. What can I say, I'm blown away. Hypnotized by the point blank stare, the bold delivery of clean  lyrics. The colors and lines in those videos.. so satisfying.



Thursday, December 31, 2009

New Year's Day - U2

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Rithu Mukherjee


na tv evāhaḿ jātu nāsaḿ
na tvaḿ neme janādhipāh
̣na caiva na bhaviṣyāmah
̣sarve vayam ataḥ param


keeping watch...

Saturday, November 07, 2009

It's underway


Narrow Vote of 220-215 Provides Victory for Obama 

             NYT


President Obama pushes through a key bill.

  Those who say he has done nothing in his first year are clearly blind to the effects of the economic bailout and now to the potential energy that has gone into putting this latest effort into place












Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Hi Fidelity ( Bryan Ferry- Slave to Love)


Faith in one another

For a lifetime

Is what every one of us would proclaim

If the thunderbolt would strike

and stop us in our tracks

lead us to sweet servitude

in thrall to the body that lies beyond us

in harmony with every one of the celestial signs



Slave to love

Monday, September 21, 2009

Lightning strikes ( Pink - Please don't leave me)

I imagine you as I see you

laced up to the knees in red doc martens

grey blue eyes changing with every emotion


power surging up in every step

a blind force of nature

at times

grace and deliverance at others

hair color a whim of the lunar cycle


that takes care to calibrate itself on your personal rhythm

rules are always of your invention

an ordnance that tumbles from

tempestuous skies

lightning strikes

with more warning


Pink- Please don't leave me







Thursday, September 10, 2009

Better Days


September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden



I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.


Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,"
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.


Better Days