Random Pix
Now Playing:
- You Destroy Me
VAST
2 hours and 39 minutes ago - Black Cat
Ladytron
2 hours and 44 minutes ago - Angel
Massive Attack
2 hours and 51 minutes ago - Chemistry Of A Car Crash
Shiny Toy Guns
2 hours and 54 minutes ago - Different Stars
Trespassers William
2 hours and 59 minutes ago
Dreams and Nightmares
Stuff I’ve been listening to
I love finding new songs to obsess over. By “new” I mean new to me, not necessarily new in general. Lately that has consisted of songs by Robert Skoro, White Lies, Damien Rice and Trespassers William. A lot of emotional stuff, most of which I have posted here. Then last week I noticed a song in an episode 0f Breaking Bad, the one played during the scene where Jesse wanders back into his drug den, a picture of apathy. I heard the song and went “!!!” and looked it up. It was from a solo project called Fever Ray, which is the female half of the brother/sister duo project called The Knife. This is the song that caught my attention:
Glacially slow soundscapes of spirits and rituals, wet vocals overlaid by a melting heroin spoon dripping, dripping…
Overall I have not cared for much else by Fever Ray, save for this creepy Nick Cave cover:
Then I found this group, which features the same chick in this song, and I took to it immediately, despite my initial reaction that I did not like her vocal styling here.
But again, I only like this single song as well….
Last night’s dream – mind diving, DNA memory and the usefulness of breathing.
Taken verbatim from my handwritten dream journal that I scrawl in when I first wake up – not edited for content.
I am a beautiful blonde girl whose father was some kind of lord before a cataclysm shook the world and destroyed most of civilization. I was born after the fall and have known no other life than that of pseudo-royalty in a sparsely populated world. Memories divide – is my father from before or after the fall? Everything seems to have been hundreds of years ago, the traces of war and destruction erased by time, but it has only been one generation?
Awful dreams.
Anyone who has followed my blogs for some time is aware that I often have extraordinarily vivid and detailed dreams, sometimes on an epic scale. A bunch of them have been published in my Livejournal…you can see the list here. Most of them are publicly viewable and it’s a fair amount of reading material. They run the gamut from completely hilarious and ridiculous, to epic and complete with a solid plot, to bordering on prophetic. One of the comments I hear most is that they would make good short films. I often agree.
When I’m excessively busy or otherwise distracted, I don’t dream much. It bothers me sometimes because they’re my escape in a lot of ways. Lately, I haven’t dreams anything of note at all. Last night’s nightmare was disturbing, though.