because, the light filters through the trees in a way that you’d forgotten, making beautiful silhouettes that you no longer take for granted.
because, we wear our beauty so proudly, most of us achieving that moment before flaunting it, leaving just enough for the imagination. New York bodies…so lithe and beautiful and bathed in sunlight. Who […]
The exchange is back for week 9 or 10 or 9…wait…is this becoming a music blog?
New mix up on Muxtape & also available for download at Zshare.
Cover art stolen from BK’s flickr stream.
Panama | Brooklyn Zoo - Ol Dirty Bastard
Cye | Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers - Chubb Rock, OC, Jeru The Damaja
OJ […]
Occasionally I get words stuck in my head, like the hook of a song you can’t quite remember but can’t quite forget. Even though I’m sure they’re not original, not my own thoughts they can be applied so beautifully to that particular moment that it loops over and over.
Consider me the Kanye of writing.
Today I […]
I’m not usually a musical bully. I don’t usually say, hey listen to my music because its so fantabulous that it’ll blow you’re mind. Usually musical experiences are so objective anyway, what one person loves because they listened to it while slow dancing at prom another person will inadvertently hate. (And really can’t we […]
I’ve been MIA in internet land. I’ve managed to, or course, keep the twittering going but the blogs, facebook, flickr and google reader have all sort of taken a back seat while I engaged in a few summer festivities. Since its been so long I thought I’d give a brief run-down of the highlights of […]
I made a playlist on Monday, because it was 95 degrees and I needed to hear music that reminded me of ice cream.
Happy summering.
the cool down muxtape.
Let’s do something different: spontaneous moments.
We emerge from the bar at five am. Both sober after a long night of talking. The sky is lit on the horizon. I turn to my friend, ‘let’s walk across the manhattan bridge.’
There isn’t a rhyme or reason to the decision, but the night is young and endless, and […]
Rain.
Its 95 degrees all day. Sweltering and skin feels sticky to the touch. Everything is utterly uncomfortable and the only respite is finding somewhere air conditioned and enjoying it for as long as possible.
Then comes the summer rain.
The air stays hot and the rain stays cool. We walk through the streets huddled under my yellow […]
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