Archive for January, 2010

stand by me and i’ll be fine

January 25, 2010

i remember feeling drawn in by enticing songs

i remember his gray eyes

i remember time stopped and nothing else existed

life was harmony

i remember feeling nervous

i remember the sound of the rain

i remember driving home

i remember rolling over a stop

i remember longing

i remember the sounds of LAX international airport

i remember eavesdropping on people’s conversations

i remember the excitement and thrill of getting a text

i remember the night in the jakuzzi

i remember white wine

i remember looking at the stars and a palmtree

i remember trust

i remember hoping for more

i remember saying goodnight and holding and humming inside

i remember creases on hands

i remember comfort in eyes

i remember eyebrows and eyelashes

i remember sweaty palms

i remember sitting/laying/standing/gazing

i remember feeling content and at rest

i remember putting my hand under the cold pillow

i remember the minutes before falling asleep

and then falling asleep.

listening to new vampire weekend and “in the devil’s territory” by sufjan stevens and “sunset soon forgotten” by iron and wine.

i fell in love over night

January 17, 2010

the corners of your lips, the edges of your ears, it’s what i thought about when down rolled two tears.

subcultures and tortoise shells

January 16, 2010

so i was listening to ben folds’ song “there’s always someone cooler than you” and it seemed oddly appropriate to NYC obnoxious people. (Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall
But there’s always someone cooler than you
Yeah, you’re the shit but you won’t be here for long
Oh, there’s always someone cooler than you
Yeah, there’s always someone cooler than you).

and at this second right now i feel so happy because i spent two hours at a cable airport watching three planes land and one take off and listening to bon iver and blitzen trapper and ac  newman.

time to be moved.

January 3, 2010

steve mccurry photos are jaw dropping. this is lebanon.

ok now i will touch on other subjects. like the song by tom waits called “Eggs And Sausage (In A Cadillac With Susan Michelson)” in which he lists breakfast foods and what it’s like to be a rusty tom waits, sitting in a classic diner contemplating the lingering and burning memories “the touch of your fingers”. how romantic!

eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
what kind of pie?

was blown away by this movie and after watching 3/4 of it i layed in bed and thought about all the things i wanted to paint today