Thursday 04.14.2011 | 9:23 AM EST
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“Here Comes The Sun” | The Beatles, Abbey Road, 1969
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So it’s not quite yet time to slather SPF. But as Brooklyn remains caught in that Purgatory between Winter and Spring, we are blessed with brief reprieves that remind us that, with it’s temperamental bent and allergy provocateur, April is indeed the cruelest month. Savor today, for it rains tomorrow.
Monday 04.11.2011 | 3:23 PM EST
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“Staring At The Sun” | Ultra-Vivid Scene, Joy, 1967-1990, 1990
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For once the weatherman gets one right. Right on schedule, the sun began burning through the clouds at noon, breaking into glorious shine by 3PM, warming winter-battered Brooklyn to a balmy 75 degrees. Ok, so George Harrison’s pretty little ditty would have been the obvious choice, but I’m feeling brighter, janglier, less genteel. So here’s some deep catalog shit, from Ultra Vivid Scene’s 1990 classic Joy 1067-1990.
Too bad I have to work for the man and can only take five minutes outside. Wait, I am the man. Well, even the man needs discipline, so it’s back to work for all of us. Enjoy…
One of my fav UVS songs!
Monday 04.11.2011 | 10:23 AM EST
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“Heart In Your Heartbreak” | The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Belong, 2011
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Dinner time Gerber sun burned away the oven’s smoke, shining over roasted chicken, Swiss chard and five tri-colored carrots. Just five.
Forecast calls for sun and 70′s by noon as she dons raincoat over pencil skirt through a chilly grey damp Brooklyn morn. High school crush burgeoning over teen-age heartbreak songs (hand claps at the end!).
It’s a sunny day either way.
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Funny, the photo of the dog walker reminds me of a comment I overheard this morning walking down DeKalb on my way to work: “So, you mean your cleaning person CAN’T do it?”
Wednesday 04.06.2011 | 11:23 AM EST
“Smiles” | Spiritualized, Laser Guided Melodies, 1992
I lie in your bed for the first time. Your steady breath slows my cocaine heart. I dream…
It’s morning. We wake in your bedroom, smiling. Your parents house in the ‘burbs. Kentucky? You rise by the window, body slim, skin like milk. Astrid scampers on the bed. I am taking pictures. She licks the lens. I keep asking: is this ok? Your dad in the room down the hall, expecting him to catch us at something. But we are chaste and innocent in our first night. You reassure me. I feel trusted, endeared to him.
We ready ourselves together. Your bathroom expansive, not like cramped New York. Sink top populated densely by girl things – lotions and ointments, perfumes, orphaned earrings, makeup-dappled tissue. Bright sunshine streams through large windows, refracting off steam. The mirror is fogged, your arms raised, lips pursed, tossling your wet hair with a towel.
Atlanta morning traffic. We are driving. Somewhere obligatory–to work? to school? Orange 1982 Toyota Celica. Showered with Southern sun through the T-Top. We remember. It’s President’s Day. No school. No work. We are smiling.
We reach my parent’s home. Day bright as a diamond, we pull up the driveway. Huge lawn, green and yellow for yards and yards and yards. Mom and dad on the veranda. Introductions. She smiles brightly at you, his eyes tender, knowing.
Kitchen, large as a house. Steepled roof, exposed beams, terra-cotta tiles. My childhood nanny making tortillas by hand. She is 73, crows-footed, eyes wrinkled by years of smiling innocently, broadly. She turns to greet you. I wake up. You are rising. Smiling.
Friday 03.25.2011 | 1:23 AM EST
“How Do You Sleep” | Imagine, 1971
“Remember” | John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band, 1970
you’re right – it sounded great!
Wednesday 03.23.2011 | 6:53 PM EST
Well, at least things are getting a little more exciting, with a five minute hail shower, drops the size of frozen peas.
Now thunder, lightning and light snow. It’s Weather’s Greatest Hits…
Get your hail on:
“Hell’s Bells” | AC/DC
Weather’s Greatest Hits! I love it.
Wednesday 03.23.2011 | 3:23 PM EST
iPhone 4G + CameraBagAfter a couple of glorious spring teases this weekend, Brooklyn’s back to its typical “wintry mix” of snow, rain, wind and cold. There should be a simpler meteorological term for this kind of day: Shitty. Perfect for a long, gloomy record from the late 80′s as I spin Disintegration on repeat all day long. At least my wall’s not leaking any more.
Enjoy the misery, friends. It will soon be over…
“Same Deep Water as You” | The Cure
great shot – you bastard
Not Berlin, not China, not the Floyd, just every photo on maunet, laid out brick by brick.
Sharing a numerical moniker with c23,Mick 23 iterates one simple graphic element into a remarkable variety of visual/verbal haikus.
Saturday 04.16.2011 | 11:24 EST
Rockpants says:
That is truly evil. I always thought March was the cruelest… must now reconsider.
Thursday 04.14.2011 | 1:18 EST
yula says:
and possibly snow in ithaca on sunday! when will it end!!!