In Another Time...

In another time
from Sade's new album Soldier of Love


(currently playing on rotation at work and this song fills my mind when the day is long....)


You'll be surprised girl,
Soon they will mean nothing to you
They will fall into their own brew
And take down some of the boys
With them too
There's nothing
nothing that you have to do
In another time girl
Tears wont leave a trace
In another time girl
In another place
You were down girl,
Their whispers are hailstones in your face
So tired of waiting
For something to change
They don't know what to do with
something so good
But you wouldn't hurt them,
you wouldn't hurt them if you could
One of these days they gonna fall into their brew
And they will know exactly what they did to you
Darling I just want you to know
Your tears wont leave a trace,
In another time girl,
In another time girl
in another place

Hmmmmm...

This is interesting.

http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/02/11/the-accommodating-point-2/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PauloCoelhosBlog+%28Paulo+Coelho%27s+Blog%29


I know exactly when my 'accommodating point' occurred.

mystery

i am often amazed, and i don't know why, that mystery and intrigue is such a mandatory sensation (is that the word i'm looking for?) in many people's lives.  whether it is through the films we watch or books we read or simply the LIVES we choose to live, it is always the element of the unknown that keeps people clinging for more.

i'd even go so far to say that i think there are people walking this world who simply cannot be satisfied without mystery in his or her life.

i bring this up for several reasons.  the main reason due to an ongoing conflict i have going on mentally with one person in particular in this world.  while i consider myself to be a very exploratory person and even perhaps seek inspiration in the UNKNOWN, i am just rattled to the point of CREATIVE BLOCK in my lack of clear vision in regards to this ONE PERSON.

and another reason i bring it up is that i often wonder how much mystery in the world is created with full intent. manufactured mystery.

and yet another reason i ponder all this is that why is there such great fear among some folks to let this mystery fade?

i suppose i grew up as a child and have lived a life thus far never feeling quite certain of really anything that probably seemed quite simple to others.  was i loved?  was i ill?  would i ever succeed?  would i ever have enough money to assert a comfortable life for myself?  in turn, would i ever have a family of my own?  and even more questions and uncertainties plague me each day...

so i suppose that is where the line must be drawn...between MYSTERY and UNCERTAINTY.

i won't even pretend to know science but often wish i did so i could apply some sense to the wackiness that my mind sometimes creates.  this is an interesting concept:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncertainty_principle

Greetings from the year 2010

Hard to believe how much life has passed by.  I certainly thought by the year 2010 we'd all be riding around in hovering space cars and wearing lots of metallic.  Although if you stop for a moment while in the midst of a public place like a bus or subway car and actually look up only to find the world around you tapping on infinite numbers of electronic gadgets, it's really not a far cry from what I thought 2010 might have been like as a little girl....

I'm still a bit lost at the moment for any sort of creative focus.  I thoroughly enjoy catching up on darling Amanda's photography adventures.  Years ago we used to write silly stories on the internet and what a gorgeous friendship root planted itself back then.  She has found her expression through photography and it suits her well.  :)

I sometimes poke around the world of Mr. Coelho for a new thought.  I refrain from participating in the discussions, mostly because they tend to cultivate a worship of sorts rather than the introspection in each of us as individuals as (i believe) they are intended to do.  But then again, an introspection dpesn't really need to leave the self now does it?

While the husband works (happy 'cotton' anniversary Mr. T) I filter through the years of friendships and acquaintances via Facebook and take the silly quizzes and find out what punk rock star i am (patti smith) and look at pictures of everyone's travels, families, new homes and new toys and wonder what it is about Farmville that entrances the masses the way they do.

I screen the NPR Songs of the Day that I collect in my inbox daily and sift through YouTube's that make me smile like this one:


And just like everyone else in the world from time to time, I feel happy, sad, secure, uncertain, proud, shamed, lonely in public places, overwhelmed in solitude, angry, empathetic and forever wandering.

Happy 2010, everyone.

some 2009 nikki picks

another year in music over and gone. i made my annual compilation for some friends and co-workers featuring some of my fave releases from the year. and a final Michael Jackson bow. the track list is as follows:

1. Rowe Jukebox Promo / The Buckinghams from 2131 South Michigan Avenue 60s Garage & Psychedelia from U.S.A. and Destination Records
2. Out At Sea / Heartless Bastards
3. Good Man / Heavy Trash
4. People Got A Lotta Nerve / Neko Case
5. Periodically Triple or Double / Yo La Tengo
6. Wilco (The Song) / Wilco
7. Lifs (Don't Mean Nothin') / Michael & The Messengers from 2131 South Michigan Avenue 60s Garage & Psychedelia from U.S.A. and Destination Records
8. Black Hearted Love / PJ Harvey & John Parish
9. Ten Thousand Words / Avett Brothers
10. I Feel A Change Comin' On / Bob Dylan
11. Inspiration Information /Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings from Dark Was The Night, a Red Hot compilation
12. She Wolf/ Shakira
13. Over It / Dinosaur Jr.
14. Malibu Gas Station / Sonic Youth
15. Hey Snow White / The New Pornographers from Dark Was The Night, a Red Hot compilation
16. For Beginners / M. Ward
17. Taller Children / Elizabeth & The Catapult
18. Soul Finger / Oscar Hamod & The Majestics from 2131 South Michigan Avenue 60s Garage & Psychedelia from U.S.A. and Destination Records
19. Gypsy [Live] / Shakira
20. That's What Your Love Gets / Heavy Trash
21. Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough / Michael Jackson

And after I put this together and learned the news of Vic Chesnutt's death, I will consider this my hidden bonus track. One of my favorite old tunes from the West of Rome album:





RIP Vic.

Happy December!

I have not taken this writing venture on any particular and carefully-chosen path, now have I? I was hoping by musing for awhile, some fantastic light-bulb would have popped over my head by now.

(to the tune of Air Supply's All Out Of Love)
I'm all outta blog.
I'm so lost without words....

Community is essential to any creative endeavor. I haven't really had the time to 'socialize' in the blogosphere for this (tiny) writing venture to take off. I veered away from my local art community after mayhem befell me. Perhaps this has left me traumatized in some aspect. Whatever the case may be, it's December.

Which means a New Year is just straight ahead.

Concert Review

Heavy Trash
Schuba's
Chicago, IL
Sunday, November 15th, 2009

My longtime dreamboat, Jon Spencer, took a lil punk and mixed it up with some rockabilly and a handsome suit and a great band to make room for a new kinda spunk.

But that's all I can say because I am smitten in his presence.

I am awaiting the youtube presentation from the guy who was standing in front of me. Words cannot convey the dreaminess that is Jon Spencer.

I am sorry, they just cannot.

hahahahahahhahahahahaa

oh it's november....

halloween wedding avec grandmere, her tiara i made her wear and her purple cast....

the autumn has been an odd one; the sun wouldn't appear for ten days or more at a time. and then BAM...here comes the sun...a few lil 'buried treasure' kind of days. it actually kinda turned out quite lovely that way. i love a good surprise....

random thoughts:

• i still have not broken ground with any written manuscript. very frustrated with this.
• the Mr. is still working 2nd shift and it's a drag.
• i am hoping his request off for his friday the 13th birthday will be approved so we can orchestrate a fun lil dinner party.
  
• the little nyc frere is coming to visit next week for one month. we are going to decorate my home for christmas and bake cookies. this also means vegetarian meals for a month....
• i long for a home big enough to host a holiday. cramming in a two bedroom apartment just doesn't cut it.
  
• i am carefully planning my travels for the new year. i only have ten days to work with but i hope to squeeze in savannah, nyc, france and perhaps one surprise weekend somewhere. i always like to keep my travel options open. but seriously, america, TEN FRIGGIN VACATION DAYS A YEAR!?!?!?!?!?
  
• i am loving the new Monsters Of Folk (primarily on account of M. Ward's work) and my new bargain bin find: Burl Ives - A Little Bitty Tear
• i am so very tired when i come home from work each night that i have zero energy and hope that these days do not last forever and ever.

bring on december. i've got my mittens out and i'm ready.

Concert Review

Bob Dylan. Aragon Ballroom. Chicago, IL. October 30, 2009.

wllitstrtdoffprttyclevenificouldn'tunderstandonesinglelyrichewassinging.
wentbymyslfcuzjustthoughttwassomethinineededtadointhislifetime.
kndaendedupbeinlikeabigfratpartywithbeercausewheneverhedplayanoldieallthefratboysnsororitygirlswentwild.
raisinbeerglasses'Howdoesitfeel'butibettheywerejus'waitinforEvrybodymustgitSTONED.
bandsoundidgoodbutagincantrillyundahstan'whathesingin.

twaslikewatchinaforeignfilmexcepttherewerenosubtitles.

So I can scratch it off my Things-I-Ought-To-Do-In-Life-Before-I-Die list.

RIP Chicago 2016 Olympic bid....

The only reason I am upset is because my chariot, aka the CTA, will probably not become completely modernized after all.

I was thinking of getting together a little bed and breakfast, hoping business and opportunity would have flocked to the edges of my Lake, friends from afar would come and visit me and vast improvements would be made to this grungy, dirty city.

But come on, the Olympics is about SPORTS, and sports in this city are merely another reason to drink.

(Insert SNL DA BEARS SUPERFANS clip here.)

(Hitch a ride on the #152 Addison bus on a Cubs home game day.)

(Try having a worldly conversation with the owner of Hoagie Hut.)

This is such a strange place to live. It really truly is.