on heavy rotation, week of 2-21.

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Each week, I'll try to put up a new playlist of the songs I currently can't get enough of. I'm afraid this first issue may seem a bit sad...but I can explain.

Track one. The Dead Flag Blues by Godspeed You, Black Emperor!
Warning: This song may startle you when it begins, and the speech will probably seem overwhelming. I had the same reaction upon first hearing it, and it probably took me a few months before I could push myself all the way through the monologue. Although I've known the song for years now, it took seeing The Road for me to truly appreciate it. I can't say that any other movie has ever affected my emotions the way that one did. When I got home from the theater, I just sat silently for hours, thinking of how foolish our senses of stability truly are. But I digress. If you have seen The Road, you will understand the emotions this piece can invoke. At the very least, I recommend listening to the last six minutes or so of the song. It is perfect.

Tracks two and three. Les Marionettes and Be Faithful, Go by Zebigniew Preisner.
I recently made a post about how thrilled I was with my discovery of Preisner. This discovery is also owed to the cinema. Since I was a little girl, The Secret Garden has been one of my favorite books and films. Preisner's score for the film is hauntingly beautiful, and from my limited experience, his work with Kieslowski produced equally magnificent pieces. Les Marionettes is from La Double vie de Veronique, which I am dying to see.

Track four. ONE by Yeasayer.
Here's a peppy one for you. I miss the old Yeasayer sound, but I guess you can't help but love the new album. True story: I almost knocked my shower rod down while dancing to this song a few nights ago.

Track five. Signs by Bloc Party.
Kele and the boys hit all of the right notes (on the glockenspiel.) If the imagery of these lyrics combined with the somber melody doesn't give you chills, I don't think you are human.

Track six. New World by DeVotchKa.
DeVotchKa is an amazing band. You've probably heard their signature song How It Ends, whether you know it or not. Treat yourself to another.

Track seven. Sisters of Mercy by Leonard Cohen.
My relationship with Leonard is very love/hate. This song exemplifies what I love most about him. Soft acoustics, poignant lyrics, and, most of all, a mellow, soothing voice. I absolutely cannot handle his later albums with all of the heavy beats and synth. Songs like this are the reason he can get away with atrocities like Jazz Police.

Unavailable Tracks: I wasn't able to find copies of Heaven by Jimmy Scott or Sad Water by Nick Cave. However, I HIGHLY recommend that you track down the recording of Nick Cave's "Secret Life of the Love Song" lecture. He delves into the concept of duende, and in essence explains my love for these sad songs more eloquently than I could ever dream of. A link to his lecture is found here--however, the recording gives you gorgeous acoustic versions of Sad Water, People Ain't No Good, Love Letter, and a few others.

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things i'd rather do than law, vol. 2

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Sarah Hunt loves ice cream, but Sarah Hunt especially loves gelato. When Auntie Jill and I went to Italy last summer, we made sure that we sampled a new gelato every day...sometimes several times a day. So, it's needless to say I was pretty excited when I saw BBC World News' piece on Gelato University today. BBC's clip isn't available to embed, but check this out:

How awesome is that! Is it too late to transfer? In all seriousness though, I think a chic little gelato shop would go over very well in Lexington. Now accepting business partners.

Enjoying raspberry gelato in Rome

sweet dreams, vol. 2.

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Short and simple: I dreamed about a grasshopper that played a fiddle for me. Fine fiddler that little guy was, too.

And look, other people apparently think about fiddlin' insects!

happy anna howard shaw day.

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Here's a totally non-Valentine related treat for you. My current favorite Stones song, Play with Fire, from Out of Our Heads.

Oh, and Happy 25th Birthday to The Smiths' classic album Meat is Murder! I'm only just forgiving Morrissey for not showing up for his Asheville show last year, but albums like this make it hard to stay upset. Enjoy it's definitive cut...and try not to want to watch a John Hughes movie afterwards.

my way of chasing the winter blues...

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...is buying pretty clothes for the summer. I just ordered this lovely little dress from ModCloth, and I can't wait to wear it!

sweet dreams.

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Fact: I have the weirdest dreams ever. Kathleen has been telling me all year that I need to keep a dream journal. I guess this is as good a place to start one as any. Maybe you'll get some entertainment from my psychosis. I'll start with last nights dreams, and maybe add some from my dream archives on the off-chance that I don't have one.

February 10, 2010

My dream started with Kathleen and myself at Newtown. We intimidated a few leasing agents with legal jargon, then went outside. There was some red-headed kid there. He looked to be about 14 or 15, and kept flirting with us. He kissed me on the lips, and when I pushed him off, he just went straight to K and kissed her all over her face. I don't really know how we finally got control over the little adolescent perv...but we ended up following him back to his home. He lived in some kind of totalitarian society that was run by a mysterious man in a top hat. He was symbolized everywhere in a drawing kind of like this. I never found out exactly what the rules of the society were, but Top Hat Man told everyone that if they didn't follow them, they would fall into fiery lava beneath the earth. Not hell, literally lava. I wasn't too keen on the whole thing from the get-go, but those Top Hat people really put me over the top when they gave me a cup of this weird tea. It was murky, and tasted bitter. I asked what it was made from, and they told me it was melted Beatles records. Aw hell no! They did not just make tea from Beatles vinyl! This was the last straw. I went into a rage, and somehow I suddenly had the strength to pull the power poles out of the ground. Whenever I did, the ground split and you could see way down into the earth. I was yelling for everyone to look inside and see that Top Hat Man was lying, because there was no lava. It just looked like an ink drawing of lines that never stopped moving...think the cover of Joy Division's Unknown Pleasures. People started to look, and that's the last I can remember.

Any Freudians or Jungians want to tackle this baby? Let me hear it!

A little Wiki history of Unknown Pleasures' cover art gives a little insight. "It presents successive pulses from the first pulsar discovered, PSR B1919+21—often referred to in the context of this album by its older name, CP 1919."

Pulsars are "highly magnetized, rotating neutron stars that emit a beam of electromagnetic radiation."

zbigniew preisner.

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I have no idea how to pronounce this man's name. I don't really care. This is the most beautiful music I've discovered in years.

things i'd rather do than law, volume one.

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When sitting through class makes you feel like there's a power drill making it's way through your anterior lobe, the part of your mind left intact begins to wander to more pleasant places. One of the places I'd rather be? With my hands in a big pile of dirt.

I want to dig down in the earth and make things grow! I wish I just had days and days to plant a garden. I wouldn't really want any plan or structure. I wouldn't even want a path through it. Just flowers upon flowers. I want daffodils and roses and irises and campanula and poppies! It's so much less selfish than learning to manipulate the damn law.

Daddy and I grew these flowers when I was little.