this pretty much sums up my mood….
another night of horrible dreams, loneliness and restlessness….
the touch and purring sound of my sweet cat the only comfort in the midst of the night….
i awake to nothing….
#kinkywednesday ? more like kinked and catatonic…
i’m sitting here in my underwear, drinking coffee.. listening to the new Mastodon, which is about the only thing that brightened my day…. although saying that it brightened my day, is not quite fitting, as its dark and brooding just like my mood. its fucking great though, i love it as much as the last one, if not more. the deliberate drawn out instrumentals, Brent Hinds voice caressing my muscles as he echos sometimes slowly and sometimes quick and almost carelessly through the loud and melancholy beauty that is their sound. it all comes off as perfection to me.
i have a mini to-do list for the day… which is seemingly harder to do than i imagined. mostly because i really don’t want to do shit. i think the excess of sleep is making me more lazy rather than more rested. i feel like i am beginning to start my depressive winter hibernation and someone needs to slap it out of me before it worsens. SERIOUSLY.
among the usual bullshit, Facebook, Twitter and the entire internet is abuzz today with the execution of innocent prisoner Troy Davis , The protests on wall street, and a million other ways to vent your views and voices regarding any sort of injustice. Oh sure, I’ll sign petitions, argue, show compassion, and vent on my blog… but mostly I’m just fed up with our system. I can speak from personal experience and say that the entire government is flawed and every part of our judicial and rehabilitation system is FUCKED! Once you’re in the system its near impossible to get out, and even when you think you’re free of the man, you learn that he’s listening when you don’t want him too and not listening when you do (ie: not letting #occupywallstreet become a top trend on twitter today, stripping the rights of all women when it comes to personal choice).
so… with that said, here is my favorite image of the day, followed by a few links i find worth the time-
http://www.amnestyusa.org/our-work/cases/usa-troy-davis?id=1011343
http://loudwire.com/mastodon-stream-new-album-the-hunter-week-before-release/
http://jezebel.com/5842398/police-release-new-details-on-ny-serial-killings
oh thats right- i’ll rock the glasses and socks for a minute-
rock n roll school girl.
with sweet kitty always in tow
i was on the train today, reading ‘life on planet rock’ by Lonn Freind, and as i was sitting there, sun beaming at me through the windows, moving ever so swiftly in my afternoon haze of vodka lemonades and long worked hours in the sunshine….. i was taken to my own upbringing and love with music.
now granted i do not have the experience that Lonn nor my sweetheart have in the music industry… but my heart and soul throb with the beat of every song i hear… but it is definitely in my blood. perhaps not so famously, but some of my earliest memories are sitting with my father, singing… either at home while he strummed on his accoustic guitar playing me old glassic rock songs, or at some small establishment singing ‘baby balluga in the deep blue sea’ by Raffi. it doesn’t really matter… where or what or with whom…
i will say though, that although both my parents influenced my music tastes, it was my father who turned me on to some of the greats. Jerry Lee Lewis, Pete Seger, Alice Cooper, all types of bluegrass, rock and country. black sabbath, bonnie rait, willie nelson, etc etc… and yet, here is the same man, who when as a young teenager, i became obsessed with eminem, was right there calling us all ‘slim shadys’.
i guess my whole point to this is nostalgia and adoration. for i just really fucking love music. and this book makes my heart warm. so thank you… every musician, my father, my man, every author, writer… and even you kids who play your buckets on michigan ave.
xo- xxx
Morgana
