think: summer

can't stop thinking about: broken bells

I have a bit of a thing for James Mercer's voice. From what I understand, quite a few other people feel the same way. I guess that makes me part of the mainstream – is that so bad?

I've been obsessing over three songs on the Broken Bells album – I've been playing them over and over in my car. Over and over and over. My obsession might also have to do with the lyrics that I can't get out of my head:

It's too late to change your mind, you let loss be your guide – High Road

Common fears start to multiply, we realize we're paralyzed. Where did it go, all that precious time, did we even try to stem the tide? Why should we waste it on buying into the same old lies? The longer we wait around the faster the years go by – Vaporize

I was lost then and I'm lost now and I doubt I'll ever know which way to go – Vaporize

Remember what they say, there's no shortcut to a dream, it's all blood and sweat and life is what you manage in between – October

(image: brokenbells.com)

first day of spring

first day of Spring, first day of getting my life back, first day of stepping back from the ledge. thank god winter is over.

saturdays save me

current crush

Love it... Thread by Thread pendant designed by Allison Berger

so, maybe I'm a bit critical

Things I had such high hopes for which fell flat:

The film Bright Star – I need films that make me feel like my heart is being ripped out. This was not one of those films. Okay, yes, many of the scenes were pretty to look at but the intensity I craved just wasn't there. In my humble opinion it was a problem of casting for the male lead.

The Doug Fir Lounge in Portland – I held the Doug Fir up on a pedestal in my mind but in the bright light of day (on a Sunday morning) the place looks pretty old and tired. I'm going to give it a second chance some night in the future when I can pretend it's a sleek and swanky place. Dim lights and an amazing music show will, I'm sure, change my mind.

{ images: from the film Bright Star }

so in love...

with this website: Unhappy Hipsters