so you hear your own voice in your head when you think, but when boys go through puberty…do their voices in their heads change too? Is it as gradual just-as-awkward change, or does the voice tend to sway on the already developed side? Do the voices in their heads crack too?
i wrote an essay six weeks ago that matches all of these requirements but length.
you said that one was too specific and now you’ll say it’s too short.
can’t you just read it and appreciate the words and concept? Gosh, academia. No wonder people find you boring. You don’t let yourself appreciate what’s right in front of you, just in a more creatively shaped box.
A few exciting things as my mind twists itself into further chaos, leaving me a single drop of sanity to get me through to summer. Hopefully I’ll use the drop sparingly…and nothing will collapse until then.
Starting school again tomorrow. As the children attack my home with suitcases and noise and my built up home homework growls at me from my cluttered desk, I am covering myself in henna tatoos, painting my toe nails with glitter, and making dream catchers.
Making good on his promise? Third Beirut album scheduled for 2011 release.
April 3 [2008?]
A Letter from Zach
It’s with great regret that I have to tell all of you that Beirut is canceling their summer European shows. My reasons for doing this are many, a lot of them personal, but I still feel I need to provide something of an explanation.
The past two years have been a mindblowing experience. From the first indications that people were putting songs from Gulag up on their blogs to our incredible tour of Australia and New Zealand that we just completed, everything that has happened has been beyond anything I’d ever hoped could happen with the music I wrote and recorded in my bedroom. Once things started happening, I decided I wanted to do everything as big as possible. So, I set about putting together a large band, and giving that band a huge sound, and making the most spectacular records we possibly could.
I know this can sound like an artist shithead kind of comment, but going through all that really does have its low points along with the highs. The responsibilities of gathering people around your vision, working with great people like those who work directly for the band and those at the label, wanting to insure that every show is as good as humanly possible so that every single person in the audience sees that we put in a real effort, all of that leads to a lot of issues in terms of doing right by people who have done you right.
It’s come time to change some things, reinvent some others, and come back at some point with a fresh perspective and batch of songs.
Please accept my apologies. I promise we’ll be back, in some form.
that my legs lift off the ground and i fly towards the sun
and take a right and send me sailing across the stars. to other galaxies where all is quiet and black with sparkles, and no thoughts, no noise, no future to corrupt with ambitions.
just nature on a scale we don’t comprehend, a task my mind can’t even try to solve. i want peace, and this escape knows no other temperament.
to sleep and wake with the same movement, gliding in and out of orbit and consciousness, each attempt at a thought bringing me nothing but my momentum to continue.
a trip, an escape, a new life. and an end to life. and anything called life. i will flicker in and out of being like that star you can’t quite see. not a northern tool to be used to guide others, a desolate constellation with no consolation for venturing forth, trying so hard to be seen, when only what is illuminated is noticed. instead i will be as a star on the outskirts, moving, living everywhere, floating across the sky, only noticed by those who take the time to look and see.
so i tie my shoes to begin to run, and glide forever; or at least until a pair of eyes flicker my way.
…Then I would love you in any way I could. And if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty. And if I went blind, then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind.”
~Pushing Daisies, as spoken by the dreamy and adorable Raul Esparza
i love the sound rubber bands make when you use them. not a pained sound nor an indifferent silent reaction, but it’s a stumped sound when they stretch, as if they didn’t not know they were capable of such lengths and bonding for two things. just delightful, genuine shock.
- Shows always name their first episode “Pilot.” On that note, the show Pushing Daises, about a pie shop owner, called theirs “Pie-lette.”
- According to sporcle (a very credible source) the most popular pies are apple, chocolate or French silk, coconut (cream), pecan, berry (all kinds), key lime, lemon, pumpkin, cherry and banana cream, in that order.
- The song “American Pie” recounts the day in 1959 that a plan crash killed Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper (“The Day the Music Died).
- The 1999 American film is not about that plane crash.
- William Jones was the first to use π to represent the ratio used to measuring valued of circles, and was likely used because it is the first letter of the Greek work περίμετρος , meaning perimeter.
- I can recall 35 digits of pi, a low to my 4th grade record of 71.