Journal – Page 150

hello folks, and merry whatsit to you. it’s a quiet light grey day here in vancouver, a calm moment in the sociable seasonal whirlwind. of course thoughts turn to the year past. i idly considered making some of those top 10 lists for you, but i’m not a fan of that kind of ordering. i can tell you i listened alot to john southworth’s album the pillowmaker this year, and juana molina’s son, and the flaming lips’ at war with the mystics. i can suggest that you skip seeing the curse of the golden flower, as it is a massive overdramatic disappointment. i can attest that it is always good to give and get fancy socks. and jam. and then i’ll just get quiet, and think of loved ones come and gone this year. here’s to whatever comes next, for all of us.

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so last night after a long day of charting songs and making demos, me and the husband hunkered down to watch Predator, the late 80s schwarzenegger vehicle. it had everything! muscles, blood, cigars, quips (sample quip: after a guy has had a knife flung through his midriff, pinning him to his simple guerilla tent pole, arnie spits out “stick around!”), early cgi, primitive regression, and carl weathers. alright, maybe that’s not everything but it was alot.

and here’s something else. this song follows “the heart” on silver, which i posted for you last week. you may have noticed that “the heart” ends kinda abruptly. that’s because it connects directly to this, one of my favourite songs of all time. when we performed silver at the vancouver folk music festival one of the reviewers complained that choosing this song as our finale was meaningless. i disagree. i think this song embraces nothingness and ecstasy in one big warm hug. i cry every time i hear the band kick in. Continue reading blood in the jungle