hey all, sorry i’ve been away so long. life got in the way of tumblr (which is probably a good thing) but i’m going to do the best i can to get back into the swing of things. in the meantime, since google reader got rid of their share option and i’m in no mood to +1 everything, i’ve started a new blog called “A little extra olio”. it’s basically all the crap that fills my brain and diverts my attention away from real world things like “the news” and “cleaning my apartment”. anyway, check it out, hope you enjoy it.
as always, my heart and prayers go out to every person, and more close to home, every single new yorker, whose lives were forever changed by 9/11. i know i was never the same.
i am not at all prepared to say much of anything right now. there is a mass of emotions welling up inside me that i’m not at all sure how to express: shocked, scared, excited, bewildered, sad, etc. it’s all just very big, i can’t think of how else to describe it right now. but as a native new yorker who saw first hand the devastation and terror caused by osama bin laden, i can only hope that this will bring peace to all the lost souls and all the families and friends whose lives were shattered by this man. will this make the world a safer place? probably not. but tonight i sleep a little easier knowing that at the very least, it is a better place, a world with less evil in it than when this day began.
happy spring everyone. whenever winter starts to fade away and the days get warmer, the clothes get less restrictive, the layers start to disappear and dresses make their fabulous comeback, flowers bloom and teenagers kiss, whenever spring awakens, this is the song that gets stuck in my head. i hope you enjoy it.
i love this song. i love katie. her voice is unique, soothing, different and her covers are always unexpected. she is fantastically creative and i’m always impressed with the harmonies she comes up with. she recreates these songs so that they sound entirely different and sometimes take on entirely new meanings yet upon listening, you can still hear whispers of the original tunes. i simply love what she does and i hope one day she and i can collaborate on something (hint hint katie).
Ky and I recorded this a few days before I left the Spinnerei— it was just meant to be a sort of rough sketch so that we’d have something to show Marcel when he came ‘round with the guitar. I had a terrible cold, you can hear me sniffling throughout the whole thing, and there is that tinny, congested sound to my voice, but I don’t know, I actually like it better than our more polished version. Listening to this takes me right back, it’s crazy how that happens.
Anyway, this is us doing In the Pines, my favorite Leadbelly song. Maybe my favorite song in general. I miss this girl very much.
BASEBALL IS BACK! i’ve been eagerly anticipating this day since november 2nd, 2010, the day after the giants won the world series (lets go yankees in 2011!). life can seem so empty without baseball so i’m very excited it’s back.
bernie williams, aside from being one of the best centerfielders ever, is also an amazing classical guitarist. his rendition of “take me out to the ball game” is extremely moving, almost haunting. even the way it begins, with the late bob sheppard announcing bernie williams at bat, both uplifts and saddens me straight to the core.
bernie was my abuela’s favorite yankee of all time so listening to this song is even more meaningful than it was before. abuela, this one is for you.
for my beloved abuela. i will miss you so so so so much more than words can ever express. you were the most beautiful, wonderful, vibrant, strong, amazing woman in the whole universe. tu eres mi abuela, mi familia, mi corazon. te quiero mucho mucho mucho.
CONSEQUENCES OF LEAVING TUMBLR OPEN ON D’s COMPUTER:
(a guest post by the olio)
in the summer of 2005, four unsullied college kids got into car and drove from hartford to chicago. maybe we started in dc, maybe we didn’t, the details are fuzzy. but what is certain is that for 3-4 days, we drove across the eastern third of our wondrous and sometimes scary country, listening to music, speeding down highways and eating at shady bars that served us beers, despite our being slightly underage. K drove the whole time, he refused to let anyone else behind the wheel, yet he was very much the gentleman when it came to sharing the stereo. each of us had turns with our ipods and generally, we all enjoyed the various indie, punk, and classic rock tunes that blasted through the speakers (although we often vetoed everything B chose just to fuck with him). but there was one song that K particularly enjoyed and that he commanded us to play at least once an hour. the moment those first notes sounded, the quiet romanian echo slowly building until the song exploded into pure dance-pop frenzy, K would glow like a child on christmas. he’d throw all caution to the wind, throwing his hands up and dancing like he had never heard anything so glorious. during these moments of majestic spastic boogie, i’d have to grab the wheel to make sure we didn’t crash into the surrounding countryside, killing ducks or cows or, more importantly, ourselves. these were moments of pure joy, nothing so enjoyable as dancing to a song whose words we all knew but could never agree on yet still bound us together with a bond stronger than that of mother and child. never again will i be able to hear this song and not picture K, the happiest man on the planet for 3 minutes and 33 seconds. K, this one is for you.