As I lay the ground work for the move to New Orleans, I’m fret with anxiety and excitement. My 5th city in 6 years - says a lot about the person I truly am, and I’m ok with that. I like change, I don’t like to stick around for too long, I’m restless. I use to think these weren’t the best qualities but I’ve learned to accept and embrace them. I think of the day with my husband/partner and kids roaming the earth and enjoying life- and that puts a smile on my face. Sorrow to be leaving this place but excited to hit the road again.
I’m happy that Kanye is working with TNGHT. But I’ll go on the record and say this entire effort is trash. And perhaps I’m not enlighten enough but after listening to this entire album all I came away with was: “WTF is Kanye talking about??” Still doing the same shit but in a slightly different package.
I was suppose to be in LA this week to see Bjork in concert. Work got in the way (AGAIN) and I’m in New York this week instead. Consoling myself by listening to a lot of Bjork- which by the way is not the same as being there.
Anyway, “Possibly Maybe” speaks to me on so many levels.
Last week was a really good friend’s birthday. And like most birthdays over 30 it was met with some heartache and some joy. As we sat around eating cake, drinking wine and discussing the new Phoenix album, trips to Paris, Vogue and other random topics- I thought about the people in the room. Some of us parents, some of us single, some married or partnered but all for the most part fully functioning adults in a city that we love. And in that moment, I felt something was missing or rather someone was missing and that I wished he was there to share in the moment with friends, eat cake and laugh. But alas….Phoenix- the beloved group for my age set has put it in words.
I’m not really sure what to say about the new James Blake album. Except really that it’s just more of the same- he’s basically made the same album three times. And I hate to critique anyone’s work because I can’t even begin to imagine the work ethic and talent required to complete a major musical release.
Maybe because spring has finally arrived and I’m just not in the mood to listen to the dark sounds of Blake. But could it have killed him to produce at least one upbeat song? I have a feeling the remixes are going to better than the album.
"A few days after we met you told me that the most fun you ever had was going to Coachella back in 2003. The most fun I ever had still involves you and that day in the Jardin du Luxemborg. When you accidentally kicked a french kid in the face with a soccer ball. And we ran away laughing and even while sprinting you did not loosen your tie. "
Talent without discipline means nothing. As I venture further out to start working on my own, I have to remind myself and my partners of the value of discipline on the daily. Our talents mean nothing if we can’t be disciplined enough to work harder, smarter and know when to go hard and when to ease up- yes, how to stay disciplined.
"In a culture in which pornography substitutes for relationship, and in which the hookup and shame-free casual sex are held up as ubiquitous male ideals, Díaz’ book comes as a courageous breath of fresh air. For many men capable of honesty, the book will not be an easy read. It will be too personal, too familiar. The challenge for men laid out by Díaz is to take an unflinching look at the ways in which we see women, in particular sex with women, as a means by which we can escape pain. Are we on the quest for the grail or do we as men see pain, regrets, and suffering as an integrated part of human existence?" ~ Erik Wecks, excerpt from his review last year of Junot Diaz’s ”This Is How You Lose Her”