I once read that our spirits, after they have passed from life, live in the trees. that it is not ghosts that live in them because ghosts are "weak shadows of reality" and, if anything, that we are more ghostlike than the spirits living in the trees.
it really got me thinking about trees.
what is the oldest, most sprawling, wrinkled, weathered tree you have ever seen? where was it? was it mangled or chopped in places or were the roots growing from the ground? when you walked up to it did it feel as though you instantly felt more calm and reverent in the presence of something so huge and old? I wonder if it's naive or pretentious to think about trees this way. granted, I've taken to second-guessing all of my thoughts these days and usually wind up labeling them as "unoriginal."
in any case, it is something I entirely don't understand but cannot deny, the existence of such feelings when I'm in close proximity to an old soul such as that of a tree. perhaps God lives in them.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Someday, I want to buy my dad a house. On the top of a hill. Near the Pacific Ocean. In rural Northern California. I will have made it financially if one day I can drive him out there someday, present him with a set of keys, and say "Thanks for everything." What vindication!
over the last month, my blackberry has exploded with notes of bands I stumbled upon to look into further. some you have likely already heard of, but nevertheless they should be listed, because they are awesome. just saying.
the black lips
handsome furs
alice russell
andrew bird's latest album, noble beast
bela fleck (the africa sessions are excellent)
crystal castles
gogol bordello - if there is such a thing as gypsy punk, this is it. channel your inner slovakian accordian player and rock out.
the voodoo glow skulls - west coast ska with a hint of "fuck you!" - fabulous.
late of the pier
dan auerbach (who knew the drummer for Spoon can produce so well?)
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