song of the hour: jeff

song of the hour: jeff buckley – last goodbye

such a great song.. and no, this doesn’t actually pertain to anything in my life right now, in case you’re wondering! this guy has such an amazing voice…

jeff buckley – last goodbye

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it’s over
Just hear this and then I’ll go :
you gave me more to live for,
more than you’ll ever know.

This is our last embrace,
must I dream and always see your face
Why can’t we overcome this wall
Baby, maybe it is just because I didn’t know you at all.

Kiss me, please,
Kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
Oh You know,
it makes me so angry ’cause I know that in time
I’ll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

Did you say “no, this can’t happen to me,”
and did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,
“maybe… you didn’t know him at all.”

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memory
Of her sighs that, “it’s over… it’s over…”

ok, I’m packing my stuff

ok, I’m packing my stuff right now to get ready to go home, and I came to the thrilling realization that I HAVE WAY TOO MUCH STUFF.

and it’s a lot of stuff I don’t need, don’t use, will never look at, and so forth. and I have piles of this stuff all over the place!

makes me reflective on the material nature of our existence. people have feelings. feelings attach to things. things are hard to throw away because one’s attached to them. but what matters? the thing, or the memory? it’s the memory, right?

but memory is faulty. memory has “leaks.” it fails on you sometimes, allowing warm sentiments to slip away into dark abysses. it keeps the bad ones, and lets them malign their ways into your heart. here in los angeles, I’m surrounded by bad memories, and not enough good ones, not so much because good ones haven’t happened here, but just out of faulty memory. even so, I remember good times and find myself sad…

I’m looking forward to going home. home may not be perfect — to this day, it is filled with faulty lessons learned late, with residue of old resentments and slighted feelings.. but it is still home. it is my family, my friends, my bed, and a piece of my heart. going home is relief for me, a respite away from this driving mad LA world. it is calm and discipline and normalcy… or as normal as it gets with my family anyway.

so I’m looking forward to going home. I’m looking forward to spending time with old friends, and indulging in stuff as simple as ice cream sundaes and bowling a good frame. :)

currently spinning: tonic – sugar

currently spinning: tonic – sugar

past currently spinnings: moulin rouge soundtrack, new travis cd (the invisible band)

do you ever get fried? for a little while, I think I was relying on music to drown out what I was doing.. using music as an escape, maybe? so for a little while, I got a got a little fried on.. music. and it scares me, because it’s always been a big part of my life. I grew up singing (albeit not very well!), listening to pop music, playing around with composing on my own… I’ve always longed to play the guitar or the piano well.. I have so many melodies in my head that can’t come out because of my poor coordination! I can’t get my hands to play together on the piano — and one week of piano lessons unfortunately never took me very far. =( I’ve put in half-hearted efforts at the guitar and the bass since coming to college, but I have no instrument of my own to really fool with, nor would I really have time to do it even if I did. and my old flute? heh. actually, I think it might be slightly broken. I should get it fixed.

so the music stays in my head, plinking notes reserved for my own pleasure or torment. and maybe all I can do is lose myself in other people’s music for consolation? I’m really not sure…

so anyway! a few mini-reviews for you. :)

travis – the invisible band
each of the songs on their new cd is good, but they form a less cohesive album than The Man Who, which I still think is their best album. TMW holds a good balance between the somber, introspective ballads and more rocking fare. TIB fails in this respect; every track is moody and slow, and there are moments when one thinks that if it weren’t fran healy singing, you were listening to flower-child tambourine folk rock. Which, for the record, isn’t bad! but it’s not what I really wanted from Travis. this CD has some cheesy moments, but Healy’s voice lends an earnestness to the songs that makes them credible.

so the bottom line? great CD of singles, although it forms less of a cohesive “album” than TMW. current favorites are sing, flowers in the window, follow the light. last train is good too.

tonic – sugar
Penny Lane remains my weakness! I really need to get that frequent buyer card, or at least wear that t-shirt I bought years ago. This is a CD I’ve been meaning to pick up for a quite a while, and I’m glad steven made me succumb to the temptation. With 13 tracks that are more consistently good and “edgy” than the corresponding Goo Goo Dolls’ effort Dizzy Up the Girl, Sugar really is as sweet as its name, but continues to rock enough to not be saccharine. standout tracks: future says run, you wanted more, sugar, queen.

celebrity watch! spotted: mike myers

celebrity watch!

spotted: mike myers dining with wife and friends at Tengu, a really swanky “asian fusion” restaurant tucked away between italian express and szechuan wok on lindbrook. you totally wouldn’t think such a trendy LA place was there!

there was also this other older actor who was there, but I can’t place his name. =(

call me up, and let’s get drinks there sometime! seems like a classy place to get a martini. :)

just got home from helping

just got home from helping my roommates move into their new apartment. it took us a U-Haul, two cars, and a minivan to move what we moved tonight… and there’s still more stuff left! random incidentals from daily living are strewn about the apartment…

it’s the end of the year.

An airplane takes off from

An airplane takes off from the airport. The captain is Jewish and the first officer is Chinese. It’s the first time they’ve flown together and it’s obvious by the silence that they don’t get along.

After thirty minutes, the Jewish Captain mutters, “I don’t like Chinese.”

The First Officer replies, “Ooooh, no rike Chinese? Why dat?”

“You bombed Pearl Harbor. That’s why I don’t like Chinese.”

“Nooooo, noooo… Chinese not bomb Peahl Hahbah. Dat Japanese, not Chinese.”

“Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese…it doesn’t matter, they’re all alike.”

Another thirty minutes of silence. Finally the First Officer says, “No rike Jews.”

“Why not? Why don’t you like Jews?”

“Jews sink Titanic.”

“No, no. The Jews didn’t sink the Titanic. It was an iceberg.”

“Iceberg, Goldberg, Rosenberg, no mattah…all same.”

The Doves – The Man

The Doves – The Man Who Told Everything

get out of bed,
pick up the phone,
time to tell the press
say to myself,
i can’t do no one else,
theres a whole world outside

i’m gonna tell it all,
i’m gonna sell it all,
i’m gonna sell

get out of bed,
come out and sing,
blue skies ahead,
the man who told everything

and i fell,
like i’m losing my head,
i didn’t mean to stay
lives have been wrecked
and i’ve picked up my cheque,
catch a plane out of here

i’m i’m gonna get out of here,
i’m gonna get out of here,
i’m gonna sell