Well this weekend has left me feeling indifferent. The game was not what we wanted, but I couldn't help but think while I was sitting next to the "White Rat" and "Black Paul Bunyan" their distaste over the evening, and how this past game was a blessing in disguise. Yeah, we played like a big blue turd in the first half, but that lack of focus on our part and the determination in the boy's from UNLV to show they have more than just a little fight in them, was a good wake up call that you can't just roll in and think that the emblem on your chest will do the work for you. But that aside, on the way back from Vegas, and any trip we take out of state for that matter, I listen to a mix of Bon Iver's newest self titled album and the sophomore album from Dallas Green's City and Colour. I've been listening to Bon Iver Like it's my job, though it hasn't grown on me quite like that of Justin Vernon's first major record, For Emma, Forever Ago, It still has a soothing folk falsetto that has turned into more big folk group with songs such as "Towers", "Calgary", and the shining gem of this album in my ears, "Holocene". He maintains the same lyrical standard and poetic nuance that has been displayed in his past works, while taking the simplicity and accenting it well with more instrumental backing.
The other half of my mix is Green's album Bring Me Your Love. This, like many of the albums that I love, is one that I over listened, and had to take a step away from for a while but returned to. As it would have it, City and Colour has a relatively new album that was released this summer titled Little Hell. "Fragile Bird", the first single, follows suit with Green's "Sleeping Sickness" with its branch off of the powerful acoustic narrative that has come to form the identity of City and Colour's sound, but doing it in a splendid way that plays on the subtle use of electric guitar and firm backing of drums and other accompaniment. While most of the tracks relay on the skilled acoustic playing and tenor vocals of green in songs such as, "The Grand Optimist", title track "Little Hell", and "O, Sister" there are still songs like "Natural Disaster" that seem like album filler that keep it from being the master work of natural talent that his other albums show.
Since I fell behind, I have to unload a few of my poems that I wrote on the road all at once. The first comes like many that scatter my notebook, from phrases that i get in passing.
"The beautiful thing next to me"
bare
smooth
at rest.
down the neck,
cross the collar
skimming 'round the chest.
'round the ear
lick the lobe
bite the neck
softly
moving
stopping only
to squeeze...
An Elderly Businessmen says: "
I am a multi-colored cumberbun
Not really appeasing
And firmly out of fashion.
I've been replaced
By a younger silky vest
or nothing at all.
I used to be the centerpiece
sipping expensive spilled brandy
A front seat exhibitionist
To a back seat maneuver.
Now I wait in a closet,
In a square,
a box
for a nonexistent event
a voyeur to a life
i used to secure around the waist.
my elastic is worn now.
I have stretched out to fit my job
left saggy after being
Used.
"Will my kids have my chocolate skin?"
progeny is born
without a race,
born with a beautiful face
they didn't choose.
The only promise their skin holds;
when they get cut,
their blood will be red.
"Good guys speak like mice"
Get outta here!
I'm sick of that face.
Your perfect skin,
That perfectly fucked up hair
No one believes you
Were made for this place. for us.
No one can just wake up like that.
Get outta here!
'Know whats funny,
You remind me of
Those F. Scott Fitzgerald stories
Not the ones 'bout money
The ones about extraordinary girls
Who never leave
They don't go,
They stay.
All the mesmerizing (?)
and no feet to carry them
SO, Get outta here!
leave me behind.
WOOOoooo, that feels better. :)
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