Simply divine.

January 21, 2013

I love reading Laurel Massé‘s blog. I’m not hugely religious, (more spiritual, I suppose) but the way she writes about God, and what Christianity means to her is purely astounding. Her latest entry got me thinking– she talks about having a really beautiful experience with some music she’d sang.

But it touches something very profound in me, deep in the bright dark place from which I say, “Lord, I believe!”

I’m a big music-as-spiritual-experiences person. After reading an article on NPR today, I feel much more confident in my assertions on the subject. When I was younger, I had something akin to what bookworms describe when they talk about visiting other worlds to escape the one they are/were in. I recall getting lost in melodies pleasantly, daydreaming about this-and-that; often lost in a meditative brain silence that was much appreciated. Last week, place was the theme to my Mix Monday on 8Tracks. I like those moments, the ones that bring you somewhere that’s all too tangible. Whether His Majesty King Ra’am is going to reverse the age of two elderly daydream lovers, Il Cerchio Rosso is going to bring the 50’s family together for a jazz dance, or Morse again is going to make the sun come out around your heart. My heart fills with joy just thinking about it!

Here’s the tracklist for last week’s Mix Monday. It’s a chronology of memories spanning from late high school to last winter~*~*~

  • Remember Me – Elak
  • Police Dogs Bonfire – Lazyboy
  • Sorry-Grateful – Janis Siegel
  • Dream Machine – Mark Farina ft. Sean Hayes
  • Exercise 4 – bent
  • Don’t Stop – Brazilian Girls
  • Morse – Nightmares on Wax
  • It Will Turn Out All Right – De-phazz
  • Different Nu Nu – Towa Tei
  • Casanova – Caterina Valente
  • Secretary Song – The Go! Team
  • After Hanabi (Listen To My Beat) – Nujabes
  • Never Never Never (Groove Armada Mix) – Shirley Bassey

Also: this may be a bit superfluous, but Divaville was absolutely magical this week! (Aside from the confusion of playing June Christie, Julie London, and Anita O’Day back to back that is. My brain was really thrown for a loop because their voices sound so much alike to me. Whoops!)



January 12, 2013

Today is so lovely. Rebroadcast of Divaville is starting out with the Andrews Sisters singing “Sing Sing Sing”, and my java is hotter than Jack be nimble’s candlestick. Hope everyone’s having a delightful Saturday!


January 3, 2013

Lately I’ve been in a creative slump. I don’t have that feeling where like, “Oh my God, I want to *create* and I just don’t know what to do!” It’s more like, “Ok, I got a degree in writing and I know how to do other stuff; and I’m feeling XYZ way, but how can I translate that into something productive?” Decisions… My friend and I have decided to try and keep on each other about making stuff for a new years hoorah, so hopefully that at least gets something done. I also have twenty million things I’m working on with other people, each of which I’m really excited about.


New years motto? Perhaps~!

With that said, my favorite guilty pleasure show started it’s third season this week. It’s a Lifetime reality drama called “Dance Moms.”


I don’t need to be lectured on the finer points of why I shouldn’t be watching such atrocious garbage; but I will tell you that the girls are very talented young ladies when it comes to doing– boring ass competition numbers that lack soul, spirit, and thought. This isn’t their fault AT ALL. Let’s take a look at their instructor, shall we? I would be hard pressed to take a dance class from someone who looks like she has trouble walking up stairs let alone doing a basic pas de chat.  She runs these girls raw and makes Gypsy Rose look like Mother Theresa. Talk about living vicariously through your more talented brood. Abby’s nasty attitude aside, this show makes me appreciate my dance teacher so much more.

DJ said something to me that really expressed everything I was feeling about this show in a very eloquent way. We were having a discussion about creative priorities, and she said if she had the funding to run her own company that the ART would be her top goal. She, as a dancer, wants to make ART. That’s what dance is to me. It’s art. It’s expression. It’s emoting through your body without being trapped in the english vernacular. (Example being, it took me about five minutes to figure out how I wanted that sentence to read.) Dance to me is just raw emotion. What I despise about Abby’s work is that it seems so soulless. Even her most ambitious pieces feel contrived and void of heart. I get that she’s running a business, and I get that she’s trying to create winning, employable dancers; but at the same time, I feel like as a dance instructor, you owe some respect to the ART of dance. Technique can only be *so* impressive.

I envy Abby in a way, because like her, I couldn’t do half of the things I would be instructing students to do. (Despite having put a fair number of years into taking classes.) What irritates me though, is that she has an entire company of ARTISTS who are basically at her beck and call, and all she does is throw this regurgitated commercialized garbage for them to dance to. NOT BUYING IT. It’s frustrating to watch, week after week, when the woman can’t seem to think even a millimeter outside of the box.

I hope 2013 is treating you all nicely, today I went out and worked on a painting for Jensine and bought a smaller silkscreen so I can (hopefully) start printing more. (!)

Here’s a song that always gets my juices flowing: 

Yesterday evening I made a really dumbass move. I wasn’t feeling too hot, but I planned on going to the 24 hour coffee shop at midnight to work on a painting that I’d started for a friend’s charity project. Because of my focus being twenty different places, I mixed up mine, and my sister’s insulin.

For the record, I use two of the three of these kinds of insulin, and my sister uses one of them.

For the record, I use two of the three of these kinds of insulin, and my sister uses one of them.

The one on the far left lasts all day, the other two you take if you’ve recently eaten, or you have a high blood sugar. The bottles look pretty similar, and once you pop the colored caps off, they’re almost identical. Long story short, I ended up taking a near-lethal dose of insulin, and my night was hectic after that. No coffee getting, no painting. *sademote*

I ended up watching Ghost World to keep myself awake and erm, not dead. That movie made me almost furious. I say almost, because it did have its redeeming moments (as most movies do). I get frustrated when I watch movies where teenagers are far too self aware for their age. I liked Enid a lot, but I didn’t believe she could exist in real life. I enjoyed watching her struggle to decide what her next move was– but DAMN GIRL. Heaven forbid a teenager in a movie isn’t prodigal at something, or is full of perfect bon mots at every single turn. I don’t even understand.

What I dislike about this phenomenon the most is that I feel like it gives young girls a free pass to behave a certain way (that may or may not be out of their organic personas). Obviously one has to try on a bunch of hats before they find the one that fits– but not everything is as neat and tidy as it is in the movies. You can’t behave like a total aloof jerkwad to everyone and still expect them to be friends with you. I’m not saying that one’s internal confusion as they begin to set out on their own is unwarranted; but believing that you *deserve* something more because you’re a special snowflake who is a prodigal so&so at thisorthat is utterly absurd.

In any case, today I was able to rally. I got my business together and went to the 24 hour coffee shop to work on my painting. Overall, it was a successful venture. I didn’t get much done, but I started a vintage Bollywood station on Pandora (because of Ghost World, surprise!) and spoke with a guy who likes to sculpt with clay in public.

I’m hoping the new year brings lots of opportunity for me to make more art! Hopefully you’ll find what you need in 2013 as well xoxox