Some interesting and perhaps thought provoking images to commence the month of September.

Radiohead - Idioteque (Santa Barbara Webcast)

Click the link below to watch Radiohead perform Idioteque from a few nights ago in Santa Barbara. It's redonculously good. Oh, why didn''t they play this song in Chula Vista? I'm so jealous! 

Idioteque

Enjoy, 

love john

Now that you found it, it's gone. Now that you feel it, you don't.

///A couple of photos from the Radiohead concert last night. 

I would have taken more, but I was too busy being absolutely entranced by the music and lights///

Here was the set-list for the night:

01. 15 Steps

02. Airbag

03. There There

04. All I Need

05. Nude

06. Talk Show Host

07. Where I End You Begin

08. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi

09. The Gloaming

10. Faust Arp

11. How To Disappear Completely

12. Reckoner

13. Optimistic

14. Jigsaw Falling Into Place

15. Pyramid Song

16. Climbing Up The Walls

17. Bodysnatchers

Encore 1: 

18. House of Cards

19. You and Whose Army

20. Just

21. Paranoid Android

22. Street Spirit

Encore 2:

23. Videotape

24. Lucky

25. Everything In Its Right Place

It wasn't an impeccable set-list, in my opinion; they could have played more from Kid A, and I would have died a happy man if they had played Let Down. But you can't be too picky, I guess.

Highlights: Pyramid Song, Videotape, How To Disappear Completely, Everything In Its Right Place, Paranoid Android, You and Whose Army?

I don't know what to write...

Umm...as the title suggests, I don't know exactly what to write. But I do feel I should write something since I have a lot of time to kill and a computer at my disposal. So here it goes...

1. I recently finished a book called, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer. If you're not familiar with this particular author, you might be familiar with the movie, "Everything Is Illuminated", which was originally a novel by Mr. Foer, himself.  Anyway. I'm not gonna give a review of the book because I'm not in the mood for prying my brain to find big, fancy adjectives. But I do want to insert a small excerpt of the book in case any of you (whoever "you" might be; and I appreciate you being you and for reading my blog too) find yourself interested in taking a few days to read it. 

The quote I am about to share isn't particularly the most pivotal or profound moment in the book; actually it's not really a moment at all; rather, it's a brief thought and tangent coming from the book's primary protagonist, Oskar Schell. I believe this little tangent attests to Mr. Foer's ingenuous ability to capture and stage the sacredness and beauty of life, and more importantly, life lived (subtle review). Now, I could have probably found better moments in the book to share, but this is the first one I came across, and personally, I hate searching aimlessly for good quotes. So anyway. Here it is.  

"I invented a book that listed every word in every language. It wouldn't be a very useful book, but you could hold it and know that everything you could possibly say was in your hands." 

I don't know why this quote impacted me so greatly, but it did. I suppose that if I were to actually hold that book in my arms, and against my chest, I would feel so close to humanity; I would feel as if though I held a great key that could unlock everything, and not just language barriers, but everything. I don't know why I think that. 

2. I've been thinking quite a bit lately about what makes a man, "a man". But perhaps more on that later.

3. I got seasick today while out on a boat, fishing. Well, I actually didn't do any fishing; the sudden and violent urge to puke beat me to it, and then, I was a goner. 4 hours of watery hell. This saddens me. I love the idea of a marine lifestyle, but I guess the idea doesn't like me. Why? I feel like my soul is drawn to the ocean. I feel like deep down inside I am meant to be a sailor. 

4. I also feel that deep down inside I am meant to be a blues singer.

5. I wish I was a painter too. 

6. I decided I am going to write down small goals in my journal that will make my life more fulfilling. Goal number 1: Listen to the different heartbeats of 20 strangers, and know that they are alive. Maybe 20 is too many. But I want to listen to the heartbeats of a variety of people and ages. I think it would be somewhat life-altering to listen closely to the heartbeat of a newborn child and then the heartbeat of a very old man soon after, and note the differences. 

7. I am sad the Olympics are over. I don't want to wait another four years for the summer olympics. I am pretty much set, however, on being in London for the next one. You'll see, I'll be there. I mean, I won't be competing or anything like that; but I'll be there. 

8. I have decided, for the time being, that I am going to replace my habit of saying, "dude", with, "mate". 

 

23

So far to go...23...so far to go. 

So we got whales, horses, suns, birds, flowers, angels, and the world coming to an apocalyptic end. Just the usual.

The Eyes’ Living Depths

I give in to your eyes,
And I reach into their living depths.

In them I traverse the oceans on the backs of Blue Whales
Gliding from continent to continent.
In them I feel the rumble of wild horses
Racing up my neck,

Their glistening manes rippling with rapture
In the crisp morning wind.
The flags of dawn. 

Freedom.

In them I hear the song I’ve always needed to hear;
The song where I find the strength and love to release my life
Into the spiraling notes of your bright, healing voice -

Sonorous. Prodigious. Emancipating. 

Beauty unfolding endlessly. 

In them, I find that I am not alone,
And can at last breathe deep
Because I am at rest.


Suns and Birds

I drift through suns young and old.
The ancient fires I clasp in the palms of my fleshly hands. 

I return to reach the floors of Earth’s proudest oceans

And there plant the infernal coals, as seeds,
In the blackest sands of the blackest waters
Where flowers from suns can take root, and grow.

Grow, full of wrath and bitter sleeplessness.

Also, I swallow the soft, feeble breaths of birds asleep 

In the early mornings of winters,
When all seems frozen and distant, even the sun.

I give these breaths to angels for heavenly flight,
So that when flowers from suns break the surface
Of unsuspecting waters, and blossom,
Their pollen all ablaze and crazed, drifting,
Illuminating everything!
The angels I blessed with breaths
Will have the strength to carry me home
While the world is left burning on end.