mood: skies and fall, solar rest and silhouettes
ring: winding roads are the most beautiful, sun goes down and the set rises up, my only true rock city, welcome to my road movie… step in to night rock city, on the other side is where the light must be…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 9.30.28
mood: wide-eyed, wonderlaust, sprawling … “wanderlust,” c/o @wrdsmth
ring: i don’t know how, how we’re gonna get out, but i’m not scared of getting point to point… and i won’t care leaving everyone behind, cause i’ve got them all leaving with me in my mind… you know i can’t do everything that is best for us, leaving our home, makes us grow, then I’ll …
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 3.24.27
mood: pink postscript, noted. “aspire to inspire others and the universe will take note.” c/o @wrdsmth
ring: nothing better the feeling is so fine, simply put i saw your #love stream flow… give it up and i got what i came for, universally speaking. take it back and you make me nervous, nothing better than love and service. universally speaking… two of a kind…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 2.24.27
mood: civic conception
ring: it never leads to an end, it’s never getting quiet. if it’s unfair my friend, make up your mind. it’s getting dark in new york city, i need to catch my breath… you know this stubborn light…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 2.18.27
mood: maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s an instagram filter… “smile for the ego.”
ring: at worst, i feel bad for awhile… but then i just smile, i go ahead and smile…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 2.19.27
mood: “the best thing to hold onto in life is each other…” c/o FreeHumanity
ring: just hold on, we’re going home…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 2.3.27
mood: off to sia wizard #yellowbrickmode
ring: won’t look down, won’t open my eyes, keep my glass full until the morning light… i’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier… like it doesn’t exist…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 1.25.27
mood: “Mom was an #import. Dad was a 40.” … #face of a decade.
ring: summertime and the livin’ is easy… your daddy’s rich and your mama’s good-looking, so hush little baby, don’t you cry… one of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing, you’re gonna spread your #wings and you’ll take to the sky. but until that morning, there ain’t nothing gonna harm you, with your mama and daddy standing by…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 12.23.27
I riffed on Laurel Canyon and Mulholland Drive into a recording device for eight minutes and forty-nine seconds: this is the verbatim transcription.
Okay, fifteen minutes. I’m at Mulholland and Laurel Canyon.
So, I guess the most fitting thing for me to do at this point would be to talk about what Laurel Canyon and Mulholland mean to me. Fifteen minutes. So we’re on the clock, and we’re twenty seconds in: so, to me, Mulholland Laurel Canyon is just The … I wanna say The Fame. Oh. I wanna say The Fame, but it is fame: it’s American fame. What is The Fame to me? Mulholland and Laurel Canyon are Hollywood. It’s Cal – it’s … we’ll figure it out together.
Laurel Canyon is the Hippie Movement, right. It’s this, y’know, makeshift cobblestone ver– y’know, sloping – It’s… this canyon. It’s a canyon. It’s a cavity. It’s a cavity; but it’s the vein, and it’s the artery at the same time. Y’know like, you get traction. Y’know Laurel Canyon is the Hippies, is the Sixties, it’s the counterculture. It’s Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison. Umm, it’s an odd counterculture. It’s very calm and weathered. And then you’ve got Mulholland, which is fame to me.
Continue reading Vinyl Cut Prose: The Crossroads, Laurel Canyon + Mulholland Drive
British tones. Angeles tempos. That’s the point. That you can come to the light amidst darkness, create an echo in the silence. Basilisk beats, She wanders. Homeward-bound, London found in lost Angeles.
Visceral. The vocals emerge from serpent strings, Valkyries returned on ravens wings, crooning tales to be told of once-lived dreams. Jess sings the blues of a sapient soul found in barren canyons of scarred star-trails. The lyrical lens navigates mood and melody, the narrative unfolds within spliced vignettes – into the Pacific Channel on angels we arrive, through the lostlands and Sunset, emerged from neon aquatic.
Tone and timbre, tears and tempos; bricks and mortar for the rhythms we inhabit as our own. Letting go of what you didn’t know you had, that is what this finds with home.
Continue reading My-Fi: Jess Glynne – “Home”