When Faced with a Pillow Fight
Ahhh ... childhood. Exuberance and wonder and little things we forget.
Saw Jason Webley last night with Ahniwa and Alexis. Man is that Webley guy a great nut. A mad scientist with sad ballads and sudden turns into ecstatic energy of not losing childhood. There are few endeavors in the world better than the theme of not losing your childhood. Wonder at little things would keep people from being materialist, waste-spewing pricks.
"Memory Lane" from Elliott and "Gray Sky Eyes" by Carbon Leaf have been my re-run songs the last day or two. Last night was memory lane for all intensive purposes. We gallavanted a procession of tribes to see Webley die his symbolic winter death (he revives on May Day to start performing again) up and around my old haunts. Parks I used to sit in with girls, streets I've driven up for years but rarely, if ever, walked. I remember the night madness of those streets post-rave and the daylight collegiate and business(wo)man downtown bustle. Went up to Bauhaus they were playing Nosferatu the old, silent version on the bookwall with a small projected upon screen. Last call had already rang.
Went down to Cafe Minnie's, damn. The only girls I've been really into have all gone there except for Rebecca and Jen. I know the bump and changeing tunes in that joint. The post 2 AM crowd stumbling in. The swanky Belltown yuppy-ites, the punks, the skanky young girls with half-vacant searching for acceptance in their eyes. I'm not judging so much folks, that is what these people tend to project surface-wise. There's more behind the individuals of course, and those stories cut me to the deep or flower in me like some wild arrangement on a rotting log. The beauty and the sadness, so many people not finding positive avenues, so they end up on 1st Ave dissatisfied. I go there almost as a stark reminder of the appreciation I hold for my own choices. I don't bask in vanity very often, don't care much about the wad in my pocket (altho thinking of having kids is shifting my thinking a bit there, guess that'd be saving account instead of pocket), don't need any audience but the trees and the skies and if I can help it a cool animal compatriot.
Alexis is a goof and Ahniwa is great as her wacky straight man. Their chemistry does seem to balance them. Odd alchemy I never saw coming but my big eye doesn't focus on their love lives, I'm not worried about kindred souls like theirs.
"King's Crossing" by Elliott is also getting to me, was my initial favorite. A soaring wall of sound song that punches with gorgeous lyrical intensity, smooth and poppy escalating on the surface, penetrating images and brutal self-evaluation if you listen just a bit harder to the being said.
Well, gotta head to work. "Every wave is tidal. If you hang around you're going to get wet."
"I've got a heavy metal mouth/ ...I get my check from the trash treasury/ Because I took my own insides out."
Half-truth can be so poignant. If I don't meet you soon for a cup of liquid, be sure to see you on those dream-paths.
Saw Jason Webley last night with Ahniwa and Alexis. Man is that Webley guy a great nut. A mad scientist with sad ballads and sudden turns into ecstatic energy of not losing childhood. There are few endeavors in the world better than the theme of not losing your childhood. Wonder at little things would keep people from being materialist, waste-spewing pricks.
"Memory Lane" from Elliott and "Gray Sky Eyes" by Carbon Leaf have been my re-run songs the last day or two. Last night was memory lane for all intensive purposes. We gallavanted a procession of tribes to see Webley die his symbolic winter death (he revives on May Day to start performing again) up and around my old haunts. Parks I used to sit in with girls, streets I've driven up for years but rarely, if ever, walked. I remember the night madness of those streets post-rave and the daylight collegiate and business(wo)man downtown bustle. Went up to Bauhaus they were playing Nosferatu the old, silent version on the bookwall with a small projected upon screen. Last call had already rang.
Went down to Cafe Minnie's, damn. The only girls I've been really into have all gone there except for Rebecca and Jen. I know the bump and changeing tunes in that joint. The post 2 AM crowd stumbling in. The swanky Belltown yuppy-ites, the punks, the skanky young girls with half-vacant searching for acceptance in their eyes. I'm not judging so much folks, that is what these people tend to project surface-wise. There's more behind the individuals of course, and those stories cut me to the deep or flower in me like some wild arrangement on a rotting log. The beauty and the sadness, so many people not finding positive avenues, so they end up on 1st Ave dissatisfied. I go there almost as a stark reminder of the appreciation I hold for my own choices. I don't bask in vanity very often, don't care much about the wad in my pocket (altho thinking of having kids is shifting my thinking a bit there, guess that'd be saving account instead of pocket), don't need any audience but the trees and the skies and if I can help it a cool animal compatriot.
Alexis is a goof and Ahniwa is great as her wacky straight man. Their chemistry does seem to balance them. Odd alchemy I never saw coming but my big eye doesn't focus on their love lives, I'm not worried about kindred souls like theirs.
"King's Crossing" by Elliott is also getting to me, was my initial favorite. A soaring wall of sound song that punches with gorgeous lyrical intensity, smooth and poppy escalating on the surface, penetrating images and brutal self-evaluation if you listen just a bit harder to the being said.
Well, gotta head to work. "Every wave is tidal. If you hang around you're going to get wet."
"I've got a heavy metal mouth/ ...I get my check from the trash treasury/ Because I took my own insides out."
Half-truth can be so poignant. If I don't meet you soon for a cup of liquid, be sure to see you on those dream-paths.
posted by Jason @ 8:53 AM
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