Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Don't Tread On Me!

Clearly, there's a new banner on my blog. I designed it using GIMP--you know, the open-source user-unfriendly version of Photoshop? Man, Photoshop is cool.

I don't have much to blog about today, except that I've decided to join a few of my friends in making a promise to read 50 books this year. I'm a little behind since it's almost February, so I decided to count the book I finished in January and the one I'm currently reading. Of course, I'm reading The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem right now, and that's a healthy 500 pages. Still, I plan to finish it by Friday and then start a collection of shorts on Saturday. That gives me three in January--almost the four I need to make one a week.

I imagine that in school, I easily read 50 books each year. Taking a lot of fiction courses makes that a pretty simple task. In my contemporary short story class, I think I read a total of thirteen books. Add that to all my other classes and my pleasure reading, and then there's no need for any more maths.

For now, off to work with me.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Depressing inspiration

Today I was listening to an instrumental demo by my friend Jason Panella. I started writing words and images that his piece evoked and eventually that sprouted into an entire set of lyrics. I don't know if he'd like what I wrote, but I thought it was worth posting. I don't think he'd mind if I liked to his myspace so you could hear the music that inspired me:

Jason's MySpace Page

The song I used is titled "I Don't Mind demo".

Come hide beneath the couch tonight
Forget the scrape of a rust belt love
Headlights crown our eyelids
Vigilantes of the summer swell
It's just as well
We should never leave here.

Your hands are moving like cracked glass
I shake like pollen I shake like love
The television set's still lit
The timestamp unaware
That we're still breathing here
It's time to go.

Hey we are seasons
We melt and meld and coincide
For two weeks aching, hints of rain
And separate for moons and crashing tides oh, oh
This is over
A desperate quake the wind shifts and it's done
I don't mind.
We let our colors run.

You were in my rib cage playing
Some song we knew upon my bones
I swallow you again
With the others you colonize
It's no surprise
We should never leave here.

Tonight let's have a window dance
Let the cars that pass know us this way
The fingerlace of sprouting love
I've worn that glove
And now it's fallen.

Hey we are seasons
We melt and meld and coincide
For two weeks aching, hints of rain
And separate for moons and crashing tides, oh oh
This is over
A casual sigh your winter coat and its done
I don't mind.
We let our colors run.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Wha' happened?

This doesn't happen often, but there's a new song available for a-listenin' on my myspace. I think I'm finally ready to get back into the local music scene....as a performer!

I sort of learned how to use Garageband today. It's going to change my life, methinks.


Go to: http://www.myspace.com/marissadesantis

Friday, January 2, 2009

My Morning Jerkoff?

After a year of hearing how totally awesome My Morning Jacket's Evil Urges is, I finally received it last week though inter-library loan.

I haven't finished it yet (on track five now), so I'll reserve judgement...sort of. After listening to "Highly Suspicious" (or "highly suspicious", according to the track listing, since apparently it's hip to avoid using capital letters), I have to ask the following questions:

What?
Are you serious?
Who let this happen?
Could this be any more annoying?

And the past two tracks, "i'm amazed" and "thank you too!" are nothing more than adult contemporary wedding dances, especially the latter.

I hope this album proves me wrong soon. I don't mind when bands take chances, and usually risky albums don't take long to grow on me. I immediately fell in love with Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, for instance, and Kid A is quite possibly my favorite Radiohead album. But Evil Urges? It's dubious.

This is the album I keep seeing on 2008 best-of lists, right?