Reality, Imagination, Etc.

New York City, Please

dancelikejordan — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 07:20:00 +0000

From my trip on 10.08

Listening to: Wild Beasts – The Fun Powder Plot

I miss it.

The Cold Song

dancelikejordan — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 20:16:00 +0000

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Without a Face

dancelikejordan — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 22:30:00 +0000

Dear Abigail,

I could tolerate it no longer. My eyes were useless for all things but weeping. My face began to burn and my lips opened only to emit sounds of tainted sorrow. What good is a face if rendered merely a plane for tears to fall? My reflection no longer revealed a face, but a tangible manifestation of regret. What more could I have done?

John

-J.MARIE

Dia de los Muertos

dancelikejordan — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 10:17:00 +0000

I took a few photos at the Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) gallery at the Phoenix Public Library during last month’s First Friday. Several artists submitted private altars honoring and celebrating a loved one’s life. It was quite touching.

“There is only feeling in this world of life and death.”

Beyond the Wizard’s Sleeve - Dig It <–Click to Listen

Silver Moons Belong to You

dancelikejordan — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:51:00 +0000

Sunset Rubdown – Silver Moons

I fall in love with Dragonslayer more and more each time I listen to it.

Confetti floats away like dead leaves in the wagon’s wake. There were parties here in my honor until you sent me away. Now silver moons belong to you. Passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn - it was out of line but it was fun - and didn’t you love the part right before the dawn? But now silver moons belong to you. I’m off to the ballet, and to practice all these ancient ways. Tell the new kids where I hid the wine, tell their fathers that I’m on my way, and say “Hey, maybe these days are over now…” And I loved it better than anyone else, you know. I believe in growing old with grace. I believe she only loved my face. I believe I acted like a child making faces at acquired tastes. And now silver moons belong to you…No, how old are you?” Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear you sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there.

Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you. Looks like the prophecy came true: You are a fallen tree. He is a fallen tree. “How old are you?” “

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear there’s an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square. Over are the days that the congas made your hair sway around to the cadence of your ‘hey-oh-hey-oh’ cheer…

Home is whenever I’m with you

dancelikejordan — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 23:14:00 +0000

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

NEW OBSESSION.

“Jade?”
“Alexander?”
“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.”
“Now I know.”

Listen to more here

Ordinary don’t mean nothing

dancelikejordan — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 21:55:00 +0000

Downtown Phoenix First Fridays, October 2009

Listening to Magic Marker by Monsters of Folk

Short video I shot:

They’re playing on Cait’s birthday. Hopefully we can make it.

Cait and I both bought art by the same artist we stumbled upon and loved:

Johnny Scissorhands

dancelikejordan — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 21:25:00 +0000

It was my pleasure.

Please, anything but forever

dancelikejordan — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 07:33:00 +0000

The photos in this post are the result of an imaginative idea for daily inspiration by Thomas Brodahl. He decided that he was going to draw and write something meaningful to him on his arm each day to serve as a reminder of its significance. Most people have tattoos done as a way to permanently represent or remind them of something that has considerably impacted their life. While, I do not personally feel compelled to have one, I like this idea very much. Semi-permanence was achieved on a daily basis, but ultimately, he has several inspiring quotes and drawings captured in the same spot forever. The ink representation does not fade with him, but is eternal through the photographs.

“Every day I’m gonna draw/write a saying or lyric or phrase on my arm. “Maybe the meaning of the words will also sink into my body, along with the ink.”

See all the photos, here.

Under Your Skin

dancelikejordan — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 23:29:00 +0000

Fernando Vicente

On Repeat: Hole – Dying
“I want to, I need to be under your skin”