i'm going to get myself in trouble

new and shamed love for myspace playlist feature (yes myspace, i know) but it's getting to be summertime. windows down and this kind of music. current choices include:

my girls - animal collective: obligatory and deserved nod to this perfect pop song. i just wanna pinch its cheeks.
ain't no grave - crooked still: mississippi shit, like midnight baptism. or maybe super walmart.
there she goes my beautiful world - nick cave & the bad seeds: made me realize i revolve my pleasure in songs around how much i enjoy driving to them.
ascension day - talk talk: sexy, this song is just sexy.
ivo - cocteau twins: due respect, dreamy fem voices. i want to eat mushrooms.
fast train - solomon burke: this song reminds me of the dance studio by summer; solitude, wood floor buckling with heat, windows open and lace white curtains.
lost in the paradise - caetano veloso: firefly eve, toes in neonite blue pool light. or maybe driving through queens at 101 degrees fahrenheit.

more & then more & then more of it.

He had more books than I've ever seen in all my life--...He played Vendi operas and pantomimed them in his pajamas with a great rip down the back. He didn't give a damn about anything. He is a great scholar who goes reeling down the New York Waterfront with original 17th century musical manuscripts under his arm, shouting. He crawls like a big spider through the streets. His excitement blew out of his eyes in stabs of fiendish light. He lisped, he writher, he flopped, he moaned, he howled, he fell back in despair. He could barely get a word out, he was so excited with life.
-Jack Kerouac

Someone told me memories are now scientifically eraseable. What terror.

holy shit

and it's very hard to get a punchers (with tags!)

every girl's got one

i've become less discriminatory about what i say here

i miss summer glow, late nights spent with the windows open and the sometimes rain or 4 am sprinklers. it's raining now in new york but nothing feels new because of it. i don't know what to say; i've made it a long way on uncertainty. so much for tongues; i'm tired to the point of want & impossible things.

my window is open and what blows in smells like weed. oh, new york where a walk down the block smells sweet like that. oh, new york that i denigrate despite majesty.

SLUTTIN IT UP, a cordial invitation

Guys, I'm making my radio premiere tomorrow night which means you should attend. Beyond the fact that this is an occasion as historic as my summer barbeque's, it's a good and interesting interview. I don't know how to make this post not-awkward.

Anyway, listen to Citywide on 89.1 FM New York, or stream live from www.wnyu.org WEDNESDAY APRIL 1ST AT 7:30. do it. you won't regret it. and if you do, bitch me out on the Citywide blog.

hey hottay