I hope that Polaroids don't become extinct. That would be a shame.
Like Painted Polaroids
A wonderful artist I found a while ago by the name of Erica Lambertson Philippe. I really like her work. It reminds me of Polaroids. Very dreamy, and I love dreamy. She has a photo blog too, that makes me want to listen to Slowdive and sleep.
I hope that Polaroids don't become extinct. That would be a shame.
I hope that Polaroids don't become extinct. That would be a shame.
The Seventh Seal
Hello friends.
A week ago, within the span of 48 hours I attended both a wedding and a funeral. What can I tell you about both?
People wear nice outfits.
People cry.
Families come together.
There is usually a nice meal.
It got me thinking about why people cry. What makes people shed tears. I had a long drive home from the funeral and no CD player in my car so I had time to think. I came to the conclusion that people cry when they reach the edges of life. When they touch the extreme circumstances that life has. When they experience the most beautiful things or the most terrible things they have ever experienced. Something inside them says: "this is the most wondrous place I have ever gone before and I wish to return to this place forever," or "i cannot believe that I am enduring what I am enduring right now." On the edges of experience. The middle area, where things are neither exciting nor terrible, is the comfortable place. The place where tears are rarely seen.
I believe that I would like to be a person that cries more often. As it stands I do not cry very much. I think I am working my way there. Because I think ultimately the ability to endure, and live through, pain is a testament the the beauty and everlasting nature of life. I want to experience it all. I want to breathe in deep the sweetness of honeysuckle blossoms and cry at how delightful they smell, and weep when thousands of people die of a natural disaster over seas and gas prices are what worry me more.
The funeral I attended was for my great grandfather. He was ninety one years old. He was with my grandmother and they were discussing bread pudding recipes. He sat back and said:"...the Lord has been so good to me, and blessed me so much in my long life." Then he promptly went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of trash to take downstairs and then outside. A moment later he had fallen down the stairs and died.
There is a story in the Bible about a man named Elijah. He did many wonderful things and a lot of things that made certain people mad. He was also very close with God. One day he is with his pupil walking along a river and a chariot of fire comes down from the sky and carries him upward to heaven, leaving behind only a mantle. I think that bag of trash was my grandfather's chariot.
I want to truly live while I am alive, so I can stand at the stairwell at the end of my life and be thankful that God allowed me to experience.
I think that if I ever get married, I would like The Flaming Lips song "Do You Realize?" to be played at some point. Also, when I die (because I surely will) I would like that same song to play at my funeral.
Rich Mullins sang a song that had a chorus that went like this:
But when I leave I want to go out like Elijah
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
And when I look back on the stars
Well, It'll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won't break my heart to say goodbye.
I'm working on being more able to cry.
A week ago, within the span of 48 hours I attended both a wedding and a funeral. What can I tell you about both?
People wear nice outfits.
People cry.
Families come together.
There is usually a nice meal.
It got me thinking about why people cry. What makes people shed tears. I had a long drive home from the funeral and no CD player in my car so I had time to think. I came to the conclusion that people cry when they reach the edges of life. When they touch the extreme circumstances that life has. When they experience the most beautiful things or the most terrible things they have ever experienced. Something inside them says: "this is the most wondrous place I have ever gone before and I wish to return to this place forever," or "i cannot believe that I am enduring what I am enduring right now." On the edges of experience. The middle area, where things are neither exciting nor terrible, is the comfortable place. The place where tears are rarely seen.
I believe that I would like to be a person that cries more often. As it stands I do not cry very much. I think I am working my way there. Because I think ultimately the ability to endure, and live through, pain is a testament the the beauty and everlasting nature of life. I want to experience it all. I want to breathe in deep the sweetness of honeysuckle blossoms and cry at how delightful they smell, and weep when thousands of people die of a natural disaster over seas and gas prices are what worry me more.
The funeral I attended was for my great grandfather. He was ninety one years old. He was with my grandmother and they were discussing bread pudding recipes. He sat back and said:"...the Lord has been so good to me, and blessed me so much in my long life." Then he promptly went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of trash to take downstairs and then outside. A moment later he had fallen down the stairs and died.
There is a story in the Bible about a man named Elijah. He did many wonderful things and a lot of things that made certain people mad. He was also very close with God. One day he is with his pupil walking along a river and a chariot of fire comes down from the sky and carries him upward to heaven, leaving behind only a mantle. I think that bag of trash was my grandfather's chariot.
I want to truly live while I am alive, so I can stand at the stairwell at the end of my life and be thankful that God allowed me to experience.
I think that if I ever get married, I would like The Flaming Lips song "Do You Realize?" to be played at some point. Also, when I die (because I surely will) I would like that same song to play at my funeral.
Rich Mullins sang a song that had a chorus that went like this:
But when I leave I want to go out like Elijah
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
And when I look back on the stars
Well, It'll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won't break my heart to say goodbye.
I'm working on being more able to cry.
DC
We are one step closer to a new album.
This past Saturday we recorded a couple more songs to fill out our second album at Inner Ear Studios with our new friends TJ and Ivan. They sound fantastic. I was able to use some of those neat vintage Ludwig drums made of clear plastic. Butter.
Now all we have to do is record some vocal tracks at our home, and TJ will be mixing and mastering the whole thang. You may know TJ from his work as a member of Aloha. He is also responsible for their recordings, so I think this record is going to turn out preeeetty delicious.
The record I am referring to is entitled 'Everybody Come Outside'.
This past Saturday we recorded a couple more songs to fill out our second album at Inner Ear Studios with our new friends TJ and Ivan. They sound fantastic. I was able to use some of those neat vintage Ludwig drums made of clear plastic. Butter.
Now all we have to do is record some vocal tracks at our home, and TJ will be mixing and mastering the whole thang. You may know TJ from his work as a member of Aloha. He is also responsible for their recordings, so I think this record is going to turn out preeeetty delicious.
The record I am referring to is entitled 'Everybody Come Outside'.
My time has come.
This is Jacob. I will start posting more frequently from this point on I imagine. The main reason I haven't been is because I thought I forgot my password. Apparently if you have gmail, it automatically logs you in. HAHAHAHHA! Those clever website owners, and their abilities to make things more convenient for people with bad reasons for not doing things.
Who is coming to our show May 17th with Joe Lally. Did somebody just say FUGAZI?!??
Who is coming to our show May 17th with Joe Lally. Did somebody just say FUGAZI?!??
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