Benny Lava

Bollywood dance scenes are my new opiate. It would make my year to see something like this going on in downtown Chicago.

The jury is out on the new Sigur Ros cd. I've listened to it several times online and today I bought one of those old fashioned compact discs just for kicks. My viscera says it's not as good as Takk but if you talked to me when Takk came out I would have vehemently denied (for about 5 months) that it was anywhere as good as ( ). I have since recanted.

Let's face it: sometimes it's a bit hard to get that extra bit of perspective on things. We're affected by the past - the things we know and make us feel comfortable, institutions, relationships, places - there's no escaping it. I was meditating today and couldn't stop thinking of the Calvin and Hobbes strip where Calvin loses perspective in an argument with his parents. Watterson starts drawing the strip Picassoesque. If you didn't read Calvin and Hobbes growing up I am sorry.

Stars of the Lid

I can't stop listening to them. Radiolab did a cast where this concert series featured them. Makes me wish I was living in NYC. Well, almost. When the sun wakes me up through the open window at six in the morning (or the dog, or the trash truck) I've taken to dozing in and out of sleep in a sort of pseudo-meditation with Requiem for Dying Mothers (track title) playing in the background. There aren't too many better ways to begin the day. I'll tell you what, you can put it on your playlist right next to the Bach Cello suites (one of which, incidentally, was featured at church this week).

Much love.

Self Portrait

Me as Mephistopheles.

You can now stream the entire new Sigur Ros cd here.

And last night, you say, you dreamed of that bright blue morning