So little time

BRISBANE

I have a spare ticket to see Ghostface Killah tonight at the Hi Fi Bar at West End for $40, holla at me if you want it. Email me (jess.grinmagic@gmail.com) your phone number and we'll sort shit out.

This will be a fucking awesome show and not to be missed! For ten dollar cheaper than entry price. C'monnnn.

I sit my entire weight on a single note of music above a blackness so deep and wide it would surely swallow me.

Chords around my feet and your hands around my waist I'm afraid I can't tell what you're smiling at anymore.

I walk from your sunlit expectations to the slide of jewellery.

Losing all of that warmth.

You keep telling yourself it's alright

Free Energy - Dream City

So I guess you'll always drink milk with everything even when you're 40 years old but at the moment you're 18 and untouchable, trawling for a fucking service station at 4 in the morning to get your pint of milk and smacking the steering wheel along to some new 70s disco dredge you've pulled up from who knows where - that better not have been a fucking trombone. I think back on the night, excellent music and cheap drinks. You - tying shit cunt drunk indie boy's laces together for fun - and laughing your head off, grabbing my hand and running away. Me -

"So we may or may not in trouble for this..."

"....yeah, that's usually the way it works." Another grin.

[myspace]

"Do you want to come away with me into the pitch black pool?" And i said, "i don't know, i don't know, i don't know..."

Deerhunter - Vox Humana

[Weird Era Cont.]

Black fingernails, double entendres as if you don't know how to be straightforward anymore. I dropped your drink on purpose cause I'd love to see you get angry with me - but you're still fucking ambivalent even in anger. And so I drank twice as much until your charming voice sounded like charms and I was reciting our entire history in my head while our sides were touching and you laughed at my friends, not with them. You think you're pretty clever don't you boy.


And my parents want to know what's wrong. Because my head is so scattered I'm still a wreck even in the shining sun after sleeping for fourteen hours straight. And there's a nice boy who likes me and things could be nice. But I can't look twice at him. Because when I haven't spoken to you in a couple of days I feel like I'm going insane. Because I remember you trying to taste the music off my favourite record and then grinning at me. I remember secret pathways through the neighbours and I remember one pair of stupid jeans. I remember laughing like a lunatic at all the lunatics we see that no one else can. And the single ladies stomp and always dancing and laughing and grinning. And the way you used to shake when you saw me, passing me CDs but not anymore. I think you asked me once. I don't know.

Brisbane! Deerhunter are coming to the Zoo on June 13th, I know right? Best news ever! I'm expecting this to be my favourite night of the year, from one of my favourite bands.

I'm learning not to ask

I know that there are better things

I have your blood inside my heart

I was in a car accident on Monday. The most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me, the car racing along at 110km/h on a motorway bounced off one car and slammed into the cement divider, rolling and rolling. The moment of impact is all I can see when I close my eyes, red light on red skin, blinding pain, smoke filling the contracting space in almost slow motion and the complete certainty that after all the wondering at what death would be like, there's no time to even consider there's just certainty that this is it. Just a voice saying, "Prepare yourself, don't even dare close your eyes." Suddenly stopping with wide eyes looking anywhere but at who was next to me, because I. Just. Can't. It stained my skin purple. It stained all my thoughts with fear. It stained my peaceful self confidence with panic and shaking limbs. It'll be a few days till I'm on my feet again.

Not sentimental, no

Phoenix - Rome

[Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix]

The first minute of this song is kind of perfectly exquisite, typically Phoenixesque devastating, that something can really sound that freaking good, like for fuck's sake - I swear they're not even trying. Inimitable Phoenix! One of my favourite things to do is put Phoenix on in the car, at a party, on my iPod walking across uni and just getting that massive shit eating grin on my face cause Phoenix make perfection possible. And pop perfection is my favourite type of perfection.

[myspace]

[Phoenix website - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix is out May 25th]

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New video for Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix's leading single 'Lisztomania' - and it's really fucking good too.

And it feels like it should

[picture of Lockett Pundt from the Deerhunter blog awhile ago]

Woods - Rain On

I can't tell which pains in my chest are physical pains or not. All of me just aches. After a while it just feels like I'm trying to swallow all this rain at once.

[myspace]

[buy Songs of Shame]

Fall asleep to forget about, him

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart - Young Adult Friction

[The Pains of Being Pure At Heart]

I skipped uni the other day, I skipped my brother's birthday, I skipped my evening shift, seem unable to do the things that I can usually do. I took the car and drove three hours through magic dripping forests punctuated by small towns with skate parks and weird lights. While dusk was gathering around me this long road stretched out in front of me and a old ute rattled along stopping me from going the speed I wanted to, I accelerated and went to overtake, racing the car coming in the other direction. My foot is on the floor, I'm going faster than I ever had before and I can see the eyes of the guy coming the other way. Faster, faster. I just slip into the gap between the two cars with my eyes wide, my breath coming in short gasps, excited shakes, a wicked grin and an uncomfortable reaquaintance with I-BLAME-YOU nihilism. What the fuck.

Sorry guys, no more excuses, a few things have shaken my priorities around, but I'm back into a routine almost, so hopefully blogging more regularly will be too.

[Buy The Pains of Being Pure At Heart. If you haven't already, why haven't you? Seriously you shouldn't need me to tell you to buy this record.]

[Buy Young Adult Friction 7"]

[myspace]

Cheerleader

Fuck yes. Listen, oh listen, to that. It's magic.

It's so wrong, it's alright

Squinting pretty

Twin Sister - Ginger

I'm looking for purchase. Something to hold onto as shining, jangly guitars descend from dizzying heights to play around my ears in all my favourite colours. I think I'd like to hold onto you, cause that descent reminds me of the feeling I get when I see your feet in those shoes through the window on my doorstep. Those colours dance around you when you quirk the corner of your lip at me and when you bump your hip with mine and twist your foot in that shoe to that song. I'd like to hold onto you.

[from the fantastically lush Vampires with Dreaming Kids EP, which you can download FREE here]

[thanks Said the Gramophone]

Honey, do what you want cause I won't remember

[the impossible cool]

The Love Language - Sparxxx

[The Love Language]

Heads up guys, this is very special music. Ahhh you know when something come blasting into you life and fuck me you don't know how you did without it. This, at first, may seem unremarkable but it's like I love it for all the reasons I love Spoon and my friends - cause we're the good guys, the occasionally awkward but always charming... you know? We take a big mixture of beer soaked smiles, ramshackle guitars, cursory winks, unspoken debts, heart warming familiarity, worn out jeans, same streets, late nights, linked fingers, no direction, the balm for a broken heart, ruffled hair, wide eyed earnestness, hand rolled cigarettes, heated discussion, freckled skin, occasional seriousness quickly followed with upturned lips, friendships and relationships like twelve hundred year old foundations and new ones that speak promise over sparkling eyes and hearts of gold.

[on myspace/blogspot]

There's no time. We have nothing but time.

[lost the source]

Lotus Plaza - Quicksand


[The Floodlight Collective]


Hopefully there is some awesome Deerhunter-related release every year for the rest of my life, for the start of 2009 we have the first non-Bradford Cox centric release I've heard: the debut album from Cox's best friend, Deerhunter guitarist, song writer and multi instrumentalist Lockett Pundt. It's everything that's awesome about Deerhunter: guitar reverb with distinct pop aesthetics, ambience, warm melodies, compelling percussion and the exploration of alienation and introversion. This is my favourite type of music: slow revealing, warm, confessional and intensely personal.

[The Floodlight Collective is set for release on Kranky March 23]