style inspiration #67

Posted: August 31st, 2011 | No Comments »


bruce

Posted: August 30th, 2011 | No Comments »

hilariousness from jessica hopper: “I’m sorry, but has anyone seen a picture of Bruce Springsteen 73-77 (before the years on the road started to toll on his face a bit)? Look at this picture of him. Do not front like you wouldn’t hit that. Like, in a time machine. Not current Boss.”

actually i would probably also hit Current Boss. just for writing so many heartbreakers about yearning and nostalgia. and for max weinberg. and for the 4-hour concerts he’s done for 20+ years, including one that ross and i listened to while driving to ashland last weekend, from august 20, 1984, the year of born in the usa (one of my favorite records of all time, which led me to list “bruce springsteen and the E street band” as my favorite “singer” on a youth group questionnaire in 1988) — and just LISTENING to the concert, in my white rental car, actually felt like BEING AT THE CONCERT, every song we’d look at each other and be like, “[google eyes] wait…is it…?…ZOMG it’s…!!!!!!!!” and we BOTH got teary-eyed at one point (me to “i’m goin down”; him to “darlington county”).


was i made to play the ukelele?

Posted: August 29th, 2011 | No Comments »

THE ANSWER IS NO.

since i have no real musical talent or natural strumming ability. but. also maybe yes. the uke is known for being such a happy instrument, but i think it’s actually got a very sad thing going on. and once i get past my beginner instruction, my goal will be to only play happy tunes with undercurrents of deep melancholy.

“and that’s when, i guess, bluekele was born?”
— neighbor across the alley

p.s. went to a baby shower this past weekend, have suddenly turned into the old crow’s feet smoker-type, drinking champagne and not watching the mother-to-be opening her presents. anyway, we started talking about baby names:

nice person: and if it’s a boy she’s going to name it ________________
me: did you say wyclef?!
nice person: no…heathcliff.

if i wasn’t going to name my future non-baby “bronco,” it might have to be “wyclef.” (please note writing the name “wyclef” has sent me on an itunes/amazon/grooveshark hunt for fugees songs, which has distracted me from my ukelele workout. ready or not.)


I’M OFFICIALLY INSANE BUT ALSO AWESOME

Posted: August 24th, 2011 | No Comments »

first: i’m going to cover this song on ukelele.

second: truth is, i’m insane. but i’m working on it.

third: also feel a cosmic shift coming vis a vis my craziness. REALLY. like a real one. like this wet irish crier hurt feelings sensitivo human is going to CHANGE. and by “change,” i mean, just chill.

had a very happy, but very tearful, birthday weekend. a lot of emotions from being back in portland — from seeing trees and old haunts and hazel and alexa and tammy and emily — plus being with ross — and especially on top of my crazy week, which is literally too crazy to get in to, but that is all to say.

it was an emo birthday weekend.

here are my new mantras, which i’m going to paint big on big sheets of paper, inspired by alexa and lynda barry, and pin them all over my wall because this shit is for remembering and saying every goddamn day:

  1. have faith
  2. be patient with yourself
  3. KINDNESS
  4. today is the best day
  5. forget yesterday
  6. NO CAVEATS
  7. people hurt each other’s feelings accidentally and can still be deeply in love
  8. DEEPLY IN LOVE!!! IT EXISTS!!!! IT’S REAL!!!! YOU HAVE IT!!!!!
  9. you are really great. but seriously you are.

nick terry watercolors

Posted: August 17th, 2011 | No Comments »

Nick Terry, Milori, 40 x 60" watercolor on paper 2008

“The Tibetan Buddhist teacher Chogyam Trungpa said when you see a beautiful color you are seeing your true self, your life.”

Nick Terry in “A Conversation Between Nick Terry and Tim Johnson”
from the exhibition catalogue, watercolors / nick terry


validation

Posted: August 16th, 2011 | No Comments »

courtesy of flavorwire:

Nick Cave on Red Hot Chili Peppers
“I’m forever near a stereo saying, ‘What the fuck is this garbage?’ And the answer is always the Red Hot Chili Peppers.”


things people shouldn’t do

Posted: August 10th, 2011 | No Comments »

THINGS PEOPLE SHOULDN’T DO

  1. get divorced
  2. have only children
  3. do #1 and #2 in tandem

because the product of  #1 and #2 is DOOMED.

also another thing people shouldn’t do is be lame.


things i hate

Posted: August 10th, 2011 | No Comments »

THINGS I OFFICIALLY HATE THAT MAKE MY BRAIN GET DIZZY IN AN UNHEALTHY ANGRY WAY, WHICH I SHOULD PROBABLY DISCUSS IN THERAPY

being patronized
being told to “chill”

 

 


BREAKFAST

Posted: August 6th, 2011 | No Comments »

it’s no secret that i like food, special dinners, special occasions, special foods for special occasions, joking around, joking around while eating. but today i realized that i might love breakfast best. specifically pancakes. specifically pancakes with friends. specifically pancakes with friends and lots of joking around. today: i went to breakfast at cochineal with ross. then caitlin joined us. then gory and olive came. and we’re all at this little table, tons of plates, tons of butter and jam, giant croissant in the center, coffees, dr. peppers, waters, pancakes, eggs, enchiladas, jokes about bear hugs, my seminar on bear hugs, about flies loving denim, about mythbusting everything i say, ETC. ETC.

this is not to disrepute dinner, which is also awesome.


all-day vedder party

Posted: August 3rd, 2011 | No Comments »

dear eddie,
hi. i owned “ten” when i was in high school. i mostly just liked “alive.” but thanks for writing “rise,” which i’ve now listened to 17 times today. i am posting the lyrics although they don’t look as elegant without the mandolin sound accompanying them and i might see them in 2 days or 2 months and be like, [uncomfortable].
your pal,
nicki

 

Such is the way of the world
You can never know
Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow

Gonna rise up
Burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold
And suddenly swallowed by signs
Low and behold

Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up
Throw down my ace in the hole