Tokyo Police Club

Me gusta musica nuevo!

A friend told me about these guys a few days ago...and I like. Check them out:

Tokyo Police Club

The Only Way You Can Know Anything...

Well...I really don't have much for today. These things happen. But in an attempt to say anything...I'll share a quote from a book I was reading today. It's from a poetry anthology, "Sleeping On The Wing," describing a specific poem by William Butler Yeats:

"The sense of it is that you can't really know a thing for sure as long as you and it are changing; and, if you exist in time, you are always changing - and so is everything living that's around you, and everything you feel. So, the only way you could know anything for sure might be if time stopped. Time's stopping is just about impossible to imagine, but it is something that is supposed to happen at the Last Judgement."

...think about that one for a bit.

Trippy

Just fiddling around...








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Unstrung Beads

Hmm...so I was wondering when I'd hit this point...the point where I don't feel like posting stuff because it's not all rainbows and butterflies...the stuff people really want to hear. I've held back a little, because I don't want to come across...I don't know what. But let's face it..most of the times that I write, it's not butterflies...it's me really thinking about things, and things at their deepest always surpass the happy facade-like cover - or at least that's how it seems to me. SO. With that being said...here we go


Unstrung Beads

Treasure the upturned poverty
of seeping minds.

Renew this soul
that has expired under the sun.

As the sun rises and sets
so has my will settled

into the crevasse the weather scorns
onto an honest oak.

Therein, my passions
tell lies, pointing my gaze

past my fruit filled defenses
against fallen trees.

Resembling a lens,
the green onion curves and mends.

Sleeveless and coated in ankle-length
armor, we’re fully charactered

-- except for the signaling
of excess sopping beads.

Best Friends

This photo is of my nephew Justin (left) and a family friend Cooper (right). Both of their moms grew up together and are best friends...so I just love this picture. They're buddies from the beginning...I don't know, I just can't help but smile when I see this.

:)

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

I really love this song...even though Death Cab has become somewhat of a sell-out band as of late. The lyrics are solid and melodiously poetic, the simple guitar allows this song to sound like a loose thought flowing through someone's conciousness - like a loose string floating through the air on a breezy day (don't ask...I like metaphors...also its getting late, haha).

So for today's entry, I decided to do a cover of Death Cab's "I Will Follow You Into The Dark." Instead of guitar, I played the ukulele...because let's face it...the ukulele is just amazing...and I've been a little obsessed with it lately. This is just a rough recording, I need to re-do the vocals, but here is what I have thus far. Enjoy!

Listen here: http://www.myspace.com/krystalsnoise

"I Will Follow You Into The Dark"

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

Leaping...amongst other things

Ok, this is just too crazy not to share! So...my sister has been trying to get rid of her dogs because she can't keep them, so I helped her out and put them up on craigslist. Long story short..the family who ended up taking them, the husband, Ted Lennon, is a musician so he gave us a few of his cd's. I listened to them and thought...man, he sounds just like Jack Johnson. Later today, actually...like 10 minutes ago, I looked him up online...and he is legit! Apparently him and Jack Johnson were buddies in college and used to jam and do little gigs together. Also, he's recorded with Brett Dennen and played in venues amongst Regina Spektor, Norah Jones, and Kimya Dawson.

What. The. CRAP.

So...basically I want to be his friend now...haha. Who knows, maybe I'll send him some of my stuff...and at least get honest feedback from a real musician, if nothing else. I was sitting here freaking out in my room, so my mom came over...and I tried explaining how cool this is...but she just looked at me like I was crazy, laughed, and then left. Ohhh the family.

Anyways...check him out: www.tedlennon.com/index.html

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Ok..so with keeping up with my self-assigment, here is a poem that I wrote right before my last class ever at Cal Poly. I've revised it a bit, including today, thus I am counting it for my entry today. I'm not cheating, I swear...haha. I'm sure it has much revision to undergo yet, but here is what I have so far.

Leaping

We grow up in a psychological
womb

from which limbs and flowers
flow from spools

in the master-crafted
hands that tock and ask

where it is, from which
we’ll launch?

Shrouded in the shaded green,
we were pioneers

but now the clearing in the trees
has exposed a roaring granite wall.

Peering toes teeter and rock
leaping endless thoughts.


-- Krystal Park

Ok...New Plan

So, I've seen a lot of my friends start photo blogs....where they take pictures everyday and use that as a starting point for prose..or no prose. I think I want to take that idea and run with it. Instead of always posting a photo, I think I'm going to expand that and prompt myself to post some sort of media/art everyday. By media I mean...a photo, a poem, a song, a painting, a doodle on a page...anything. I am living at home for the summer, which is great because I can finally spend some quality time with my family (for better or for worse...but either way, it's needed) and to save money (hooray for free food and rent at the parents!). However, being home really sucks all my motivation and inspiration out of me...like, for real. It's ridiculous, I'll be sitting here and want to write something...but I just don't feel like it and I can't get past that...SO, I'm hoping this little assignment I gave to myself will jolt me from this stagnant rut...because it sucks.




To kick it off...I'll post a photo from graduation that I fiddled a bit with in photoshop. This seems to be one of the most relevant topics in my life right now...except how that topic will prove to play out (aka: my future now that I've graduated college)...is entirely up to God. Yay suprises (can you hear the sarcasm dripping? I hear it pouring).