Music Through Your Phases

"I think I heard you singing, 'Oh poor sky, don't cry on me. Did somebody break your heart again?'"

I am a music person. If I can help it, I try to fill in every moment of my daily life with tunes, doesn't matter if I'm showering, gardening(yeah right), sleeping, writing about how it gets listened to when I do stuff, etc. Music doesn't just represent moods(by that I mean if you're sad or whatever, sad music isn't the only type of music that makes sense), it alters moods. Music is a therapist, wrapped in a super hero cloak, soaked in water from the spring of immortality. It has the power to expose us, and reveal what we typically hide from everybody and everything. Just like driving past the neighborhood you grew up in, a song can transport and beam you through space and time and within a moment place you back on the bike you were riding around the speed bumps with. Decades can pass, everything about you as a person can change, but as soon as the melody hits, smells, states of minds, even weather conditions come flooding back. Music for me now a days is more than just one form of Art, it's a combination of artistic achievements. It's melody, poetry, and since images are conjured up in my head through the two of those together it's even painting and photography. That might sound ridiculous to you, but since image is constructed inside our minds and not our eyes, it's absolutely true.

"I'm coming up only, to hold you under. And coming up only, to show you wrong"

"Hey Love, we will get away with it. We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius... Come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight, serve me the sky tonight."

Unfortunately for me, I have a tendency to exhaust a song I love to the point of pant so often that it stops representing a time and place, and instead crosses over again and again to other times, and other places. Never the less, there are still ship loads of tunes on my itunes who can beam me back. And I love that. Even though so often I hate the nostalgia; pain through the realization that moments were lived but not embraced so intensely that the time travel wouldn't spring up a sense of longing. Everything is always more real when you're in pain, or when you're in bliss, and barring death, there is no pain deeper than heart break, and nothing more blissful than gazing into the eyes of a fawn. Not coincidentally, there are more songs about it than any other topic. Not coincidentally, the rewind to moments when the heart was ok is the most real and painfully intense button songs can press on your stereo system life. We register things subconsciously so often that anticipating future nostalgia is almost impossible. My itunes spits out songs from playlists created for sharing moments of intimacy with no disclaimer about how those songs that defined the beauty, can so easily turn on me to reveal the awfulness of the disappearance of that beauty. Lyrics once understood and defined personally in moments of relevant closeness, morph into daggers immune to shields propelled at the very heart it once sung to caress. I have yet to experience anything else that achieves this feat so efficiently.

"And every time you're driving home, way outside your safety zone, wherever you will ever be, you're never getting rid of me... You own me, there's nothing you can do, you own me"

I guess I should be grateful to feel anything at all. Thankful that I know of poets and painters and photographers who color my world with their crazy brushes. Lucky to have been with someone who took the emotions portrayed by the artists, and showed me how to experience them to their fullest and most rewarding extent. After all, what is a landscape painting if you've never taken walks with someone dear, in the rain and sun, through fields and in between trees?

" You've got your reasons, and me I've got mine. But all the reasons I gave were just lies to buy myself some time"

I encourage you to check out the lyrics, and albums.

The National- All Dolled Up In Straps (Decatur, Frenchman, tiny burgers, I-10) Lyrics, Buy

Band Of Horses- Funeral (Silence, drives, open windows) Lyrics, Buy

The National- Geese Of Beverley Road (All the way, the great, an exclamation) Lyrics(Scroll to), Buy

The National- Lucky You (The first hint of some end) Lyrics(Bottom of page), Buy

Arcade Fire- Ocean Of Noise (Declaration of intimacy, of now, of maybe never again and why, fool myself) Lyrics, Buy

Vids

Band Of Horses- Funeral


The National- Lucky You

The Universe Is Full Of Ants

Don't dial you're friendly neighborhood Terminex representative juuuuuust yet. Unless he's armed with liquids potent enough to travel light years and still be effective, I'm not sure he's gonna be very useful. Actually, since the Universe is infinite, his services would be a voyage in futility. I'm not an advocate of genocide anyway, I'm not even suggesting that a dilema exists that requires any kind of solution, especially one that calls for an exterminator. It's not like I titled this entry "The Universe Is Full Of German Cockroaches". I don't think a single person would have read even this far had I done so. Anywho, stop distracting me! I've got stuff to say, disclaimers are infuriating!

Ants are one of the most fascinating creatures on our planet. They are extremely effecient, and highly adaptive social creatures. They have been here for over 120 million years, evolving from a Wasp acestry, and splitting into apx. 12,000 different species. Virtually every location on earth has ant populations on the thrive, and no creature, not even us, has been able to oust them from their habitats. The best we can do is temporarily expel a group of them, hardly making a dent in their overall number. They are the ONLY other creature on earth, besides us, that has domesticated another species for means of attaining nutrition. Honeypot Ants herd plant lice called "aphids" from locations to location, giving them rich plains to graze on, and drink the excess necture that the aphids don't need for sustinance. They even shelter them from the rain! 2% reduced fat aphid milk anyone? Ant colonies can reach numbers up to 20 million, matching levels we see only in the most populated human cities where, interestingly, we also see miss management on grand scales. Some colonies even have air filteration systems that expell carbon-dyoxcide and cool the halls and chambers of their piles. More than anyhing else, the fact that they can manage all of this, while often times being either totally blind or of poor sight, is nothing short of remarkable. Sentiments about the simularities between these insects and humans are applicable, and have been echoed before. It's tough to live in a major metropolis and not feel like living in an ant colony, busing yourself around driven my scents, contributing with you're specialized skills all for the sake of the colony at the demands of the Queen. Now you might say "Wait, we have a president, a man, a Democracy not a Monarchy!", To which I would reply "Just shut it, will you?".

And it's more than just that. More than just how much we resemble these little guys when were walking up and down busy streets, and the nature and structure of our respective societies. Only a tiny minority of the creatures on earth are "social" creatures, most are sole proprietors. There is a blue print prerequisite for animals that have chosen to work towards mutual benefit. There are roles handed out, leaders established, and new generation regeneration tactics enacting for maximum effect, on and on. But only humans and insects can do it on the scales we see, and the ants have been doing it for a helluva lot longer. So is it more than just a coincidence that we happen to subscribe to a lot of the same fundamentals? I mean, are we not doing almost exactly what the ants are doing, but just on a grander scale? Actually, the ants are way more efficeint at it than we are. Every single one of the ants not only knows precisely what they're supposed to do, but they do it with zero hesitation, and no supervision. I doubt we could ever function the same way, considering our astronomical sense of selfishness. But it all seems contrary to the chaotic nature of nature, that this kind of order exists and crosses species lines. It's almost as if there could be no other way.

The Universe is "Infinite" and "Awesome" in the true sense of those terms, beyond our conception... way beyond. There are approxiamately 400 million stars in our galaxy, The Milky Way, and there are 50 to 60 billion other galaxys out there. Lets let that sink in for a moment before we consider the "possibility" that there could also be an infinite number of Universes as well(there are scientific theories that seem to hint at a possible Multiverse)! Consider also the idea of an infinite world as you scale down to atoms, and atoms of atoms, and... There is an equation that in theory attempts to ball park the number of intelligent, communicatable civilizations in the universe. It's called The Drake Equation, and even though it's not provable at the moment (for various reasons, such as the bias of what we know life to be from only what we have here[anthropic bias], to what constitutes as a civilization, on and on), it does raise the possibility and puts the likelyhood, even with the most conservative numbers plugged into the equation, at a high probability. For me it's no question, the Universe is littered with intelligent life.

It's safe to say that, as advanced and as intelligent as we are, we are nowhere close to even our own human potential, let alone beyond. It's even safe to say that there might not be a limit on intelligence itself, considering the infinite status of the cosmos. And even though ants are in some ways more impressive in their societal management than us, there obviously exists a huge gap, evolutionarily speaking, between humans and all other animals for that matter. And since we're insignificant to the ants, I mean our level of existence is incomprehensable to them, then whos to say we are nothing more than an ant colony to some other, more highly evolved, being? Nothing that happens in our world has any effect on the ants, barring what we intentionally do to them what with magnifiying glasses and all. But even then they could never know the extent of our premeditation, or by which design they are being effected by us, to them it's just the way things are. There is a major disconnect there. And this is just two animals on the same planet.

I believe it to be very plausible that we are of ant-like existence to more intelligent, more highly evolved life that is pulsating within space. All this sounds very sci-fi I know, but if theres been one thing thats been more shocking than anything else from the Tech Revolution, it's the metamophisis a host of science fiction ideas have gone through on their way to science fact (and dude let's not forget LET'S NOT FORGET, that virtually every Alien(ET) sketch we see looks like an ant. Ok that's a bit far fetched but, whatever you can't disagree). In the grand sceme of things, humans are totally insignificant. If the entire history of the universe, 13 billions years worth of it, were to be shrunk down to a 24 hour time frame, all of human existence(100,000 + years) would be no longer than 15 minutes. We're pretty advanced sure, but nowhere near cosmic levels. We've only put our toes in the water.

Think about the idea of being observed in the same manner that you observe lesser creatures. Think about the ant farms sold at retailers, about all the fire ants whos city you destroyed when you got tripped up playing soccer as a youth. Now think about all we don't know about our universe, about what kind of manipulations could be the result of more intelligent life. We are already showing signs of "playing God" by advancing the way we have, for the last 100 years more specifically. We are cloning animals, designing genes, transplanting organs, harnessing the powers of atoms, wind, the Sun. We have only begun manipulating our surrounding environment, and we've only been here a blink of an eye's worth of time. If we go on evolving for another 100,000 years at the blistering speeds of late, how many more sci-fi ideas could become sci-fact? The Universe has been around for 13 billion years, and we know that it is possible for intelligent life to evolve in a matter of a few million cause it happened to us, so...
You know when they say "no matter how fast you run, there's always someone faster"? Well, in an infinite system, there have to be things faster than us, and things faster than them as well.

Some Ant Activity Worth Observing:


Waking Life Excerpt:

Why Poker Explains The World

Please don't post pictures of your detailed poker tattoos along with your crazy retorts. I have no patience for that kind of "look at me, LOOK AT MEEEE" gesture. I don't care if Chris Moneymaker himself sharpied the outline. Matter of fact, this particular topic shall run through your shirt sleeve to relevance itself to your full sleeve "All In" skin etching. There's the credence you were scratching for.

I am attempting to philosophize this activity not because I think that it is inherently relevant, but rather because I think virtually any activity, if looked at under the right kind of fluorescence, can be related to virtually anything. And because I played a few hands of No-Limit last evening... A jump shot could be a metaphor for business, a pedicure one for geology, and even a river dance to the sacrament of marriage(the more you kick with a straight face, the less futile your efforts will seem). Drawing similarities between something as straight(yes, intended) forward as poker, and the engineering that our world is programmed to follow, however, might be a little more complicated. But I am undeterred! So here goes.

I'm All In
I was lucky enough to have certain genes dealt to me at the start of my game. I am taller, faster and generally more physically adapt to play in this world than most, and even some of the "Smart" genes managed to slip through, as unbelievable as that was for some of my acquaintances. Of course I'm also way cool, totally sweet, and thoroughly rad too. So these, and other attributes and haves and have nots factor into your chip pile. Socio-economic status, big toe to index toe ratio, receding hairlines, weird laughing behavior, on and on...Point is this: Buy in is not without it's discriminations. Some get only a few hundred dollars worth of chips, others thousands. There is something very important to understand here, and that is this: Opportunity is proportionately represented by Means.

Your Buy In
We believe this country to be one where your success lies entirely in your hands. Land of opportunity. American Dream. Manifest Destiny. If you don't make it anywhere else, you sure can make it here. There are countless stories of migrants boating it to New York with only fifteen cents in their pocket, seven kids, three wives, a peg-leg and a blind dog and working their way up in some niche industry only a country like America would have a need for, like toe-nail clippers that double as walkie-talkies, starting their own family business, and spending the rest of their time fly-fishing in Colorado, encrusting wooden peg-legs in platinum and diamond. But those are few and far in between. We've all heard the phrase "the rich get richer". Fact is, you can be a C student, prance around citizen obligations, drink excessive amounts of alcohol, lie about doing all of those things, and still be in a position to position yourself to run the country, if you have the family means. How many times have you seem a poker star win the final table after being down in chips with a ratio of 4 or 5 to 1? Very rarely. More chips brings more chip power in your play, including any and all psychological maneuvering you wish to exude. Resorting to betting your entire stack becomes a frequent occurrence just to stay in the game for those holding nothing more than $377 worth.

The Flop
If you are holding pocket Jacks, then you did well in school my friend. You got a degree in Aeronautics, and theres an opening at NASA for a young, fresh face. But just because you got those Jacks hiding away in your pocket, doesn't mean that Jack from the other side of the table won't be able to muscle his way into the pot, or even beat you out with three Kings on the river, he did nothing but throw frat parties the seven years he spent at Uni, but even so, he has enough play potential to push you to the brink. So what do you do? You can't go in too strong before the flop, because then you'll be settling for a measly job at Toys'R'Us as the radio helicopter inspector, making sure there are no propelor injuries. A noble job sure, but one that pays 28,000 a year. At least they have unlimited bandage expenses for your fingers and nose. But If you don't catch another Jack on the turn, then you can't wait for the river to make your move. Kill now! Get to the NASA interview at 7, smell like peaches and lock up the position before other candidates offer sexual favors in zero gravity flights. That's your play.

Big Blind
Every hand at poker is different than the one preceding it, just as every situation and event in life is different, with it's own unique consequences. Each hand represents a moment in the life of you, and me. Some hands can't but suck you in, while others offer a fold as the only viable option. A 2 and a 6 isn't exactly the kind of hand that begs you to ante up, so don't spend money on any Adidas b-ballin sneaks if you only stand 4'9'', and stop waking up at 6, wasting time you could be spending watching cartoons and developing a sense of humor running off to track meets if your dad had a peg leg, and passed off the gene to you. It's all about knowing when to bet. Unfortunately, we'll have to ante up mandatory chips at various moments in the game, so realizing how to cut our losses effectively throughout is key.

Poker Face
It's common knowledge amongst professional poker players that poker accessories like tattoos and bulldogs named Raise are pretty much exclusive to poker novices. No one at the final table at the world championships has a spade nose ring. You never see the big dogs coming. Dudes with Mr. Bubbles t-shirts and acid washed jeans are the ones one needs to fear, not Boozer with his Harley Davidson shades and 3 foot long goatee. If you want to know who's going to be managing a Jamba Juice in 7 years, just look at the guy who's getting piggie back rides from the lacrosse team through the cafeteria. It's no secret that the nerds of yesterday are the bosses of today. You can't expect to advance to any higher table without knowing and understanding your opponents. Who we are is not who we seem to be. There are crucial moments when we crack through the mask and show a true image, and if you're not looking, you will miss it. One look at someone on a roll who starts broadcasting his/her ego to the table can tell you more about their character than years of association.

Cash In
You will never beat the house. There's no pessimism in that sentiment. All it is is a way to get you to know what a winning experience at the tables is. Be happy if you walk away on the win, kids in college and a wife that can cook up a storm in the kitchen AND the room of beds. You don't need to be the world champion to win the game. The aspiration drives us sure, but keep things in perspective.
Maybe poker's not even your game. Maybe you prefer the slots. In that case, be a hippie communist scum. Just don't give dreads to my kid unless I ask.

Danceeeng!

Keeping Track Of Tracks

There was a Parade in 2005 which I, along with some of my close friends, were lucky enough to attend. There were ghosts, olive trees, ghosts hanging from olive trees, bus breaks scrapping across the town, guns held up to shoot at the pretty pretty people, and rust displayed as gold in the right light, among other sensational things. There we sons, daughters, fathers, fathers sons, and hungry ghosts in attendance there. This spectacular Parade was held by the most unlikely Parade holding wild animals: Wolves. Little did we know that this Parade would inspire us to create a pack of our own, to celebrate the crazy things we saw from this collection of alpha males. The months that followed(even years) were littered with excerpts from the Parade witnessed.

It's getting close to Parade time again. And I haven't been this excited at the prospect of Wolf sightings for as long as I can remember, in fact since I saw an alpha male dome a doe eyed deer on animal planet weeks ago. It seems unlikely that anything other than righteousness would be unleashed by the pack. Collectively, my buddies and I are crossing all fingers and toes on our paws.

Spencer Krug unleashed his Wolf assault on the Indie masses with his Sunset Rubdown, Swan Lake debuts after the rocking he provided our guilds via "I'll Believe In Anything", "Grounds For Divorce" and "Sons And Daughters Of Hungry Ghosts" on Wolf Parades monumental debut "Apologies To The Queen Mary". What seemed as un-top-able proved to be the Pandora's box cracking open to this musical monster. "Shut Up I'm Dreaming" was one of the best releases of 2006, and Swan Lake's Debut "Beast Moans" shined brightest when Krug grasped the mic. Sunset Rubdown is planning the release of their third album "Random Spirit Lover" sometime in October, and I for one can't wait to tear open the packaging with my k-9's when my birthday rolls around. Hint to anyone wanting to birthday gift me. But Krug apparently Isn't a lone Wolf in the side project release forest. Dan Boeckner, who brought us such magnificantres as "We Built Another World" and "Shine A Light" is also on the prowl. "Plague Park", the debut album from Dan's own side project Handsome Furs, was released yesterday. From the sampling I've done, there seems to be enough to howl about. Interestingly however, neither Rubdown nor Furs really draw upon the rocking moments broadcasted on Apologies, with Boeckner relying more heavily on electronics and Krug on abstract experimentation. That is both good and bad. Good because we get to see these two howlers go at the moon with their own unique tone, and bad because the rock moments on Apologies shook you to your core.

Wolf Parade is releasing their second album this year. Sunset Rubdown their third, Handsome Furs their debut, and Swan Lake are going to drop their follow up as well. These different Wolf packs make the jungle way more exciting, and I for one can't wait to feast on their kills... Through rank of course. This concludes the excessive Wolf references and analogies.




Wolf Parade- Grounds For Divorce

Wolf Parade- We Built Another World

Sunset Rubdown- Stadiums And Shrines II

Handsome Furs- What We Had

Swan Lake- All Fires

Wolf Parade- Sons And Daughters Of Hungry Ghosts(EP Version)

Wolf Parade- Secret Knives

Prophecy, Blasphemy, Hypocrisy

Prophet(as defined by Wikipedia): A prophet (or prophetess) is a person who has directly encountered the numinous or the divine and serves as an intermediary with humanity. A prophet is seen as a person who has encountered, and speaks as a formal representative of; God.
Now that definition seems pretty accurate, and I think most of us can agree that it matches our own. I am not going to challenge it. What I want to do, however, is attempt to expand it.

"The only Good is Knowledge, The only Evil is Ignorance" The Soc

There seems to be little room in our view(or view from our room) of this concept for anybody non-religious. A prophet seems to not only be the "intermediary" between humanity and the divine, but also somehow tied exclusively to organized religious thought. Whether one wants to admit it or not, science has opened our eyes to the ACTUAL way the world in which we live, pray, and play works. Physics, Mathematics, Biology, Geology and other like sciences along with social concepts like: Sociology, Anthropology and Philosophy have revealed the mechanisms inherent to everything that plays a role in our existence. If Jesus and Mohammad inspired the masses with ground breaking revolutionary ideas about love and respect for your fellow man, then Darwin and Newton painted the blue print of the world where these concepts could be applied. Should we only recognize visionaries that attempt to offer us super natural ROI's, and subsequintly shun those minds that make sense of the tools that God uses to make it all possible? It seems that if our demands for eternal gratification are not met by explanations of what this world is, and how it works, then we can CHOOSE whether or not to legitimize those explanations. I find that not only troubling, but unfair.

"In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment" Chuck

A prophet translates the word and message of God for the rest of us. Based on that translation, we make sense of our world and our place within it. But if God is "All Knowing", then he/she must also be.... multilingual. Isn't mathematics the universal language? If so, then obviously God is fluent in math. And since we know now that our world is governed by some fundamental physical laws, then physics too must be a language that God is writing his manuscript with. Can anybody legitimately discredit and disprove modern medical practices? If your leg is hanging on by a thin sheet of skin, who else but a surgeon would you trust to reattach it? So it seems that God also speaks biology. Why are we where we are today with these concepts and discoveries? Is it not because we were lucky enough to have Newton hurt his dome via an apple, or Einstein fatefully filling files at the patent office, or Darwin revisiting his vacation spot by the beaches of the Galapagos? Did they not reveal to us, and translate for us, some of the chapters in God's autobiography?

"Tact in the knack of making a point without making an enemy" Isaac

Now what about Philosophy, a school of thought that many bill as the anti-Godtrine? Should we fail to recognize Aristotle, Socrates, and Plato among others, as prophets because they ask hard questions? Questions that seem to take God out of the equation almost entirely. Take the famous Euthyphro dilemma, where Socrates asks this seemingly simple question:
"Do the gods approve an action because it is pious, or is it pious because it is approved." Morality and God are deemed to not be mutually exclusive here. A revelation that contradicts the main pillars of virtually every religion. Because of thoughts like these, philosophy has been referred to as nothing more than an anecdote, an optical illusion even. But why? The origins of Philosophy predate the common era by centuries, in fact even influencing the creation of religious thought and societal laws. Were talking about people here who spent their entire lives studying and seeking out knowledge, and contesting conventional thought. What a crime to suggest that God works in more mysterious ways than we could possibly know. To suggest that God has the Awesome power to create infinite worlds, to emphasize morality so much that even he/she couldn't alter it. Suggestions that should be quieted, and burned at stakes, and hung in town squares. Should we not recognize these philosophers as prophets for defining and creating some of the most fundamental social ideas?

If blasphemy exists as a form of libel for Christianity, Islam, Judaism and other religions, then it should also exist for Biology, Physics, Mathematics and even Philosophy. This double standard is out dated, and hypocritical. Even if you don't believe in God you can't argue that Darwin, Newton and Aristotle were not channeling and serving as an intermediary between the typical human and the divine. How you chose to define these terms is up to you.

Waking Life Excerpt:

Evolution Through Homer(Not The Philosopher):


Tunes About God:
The Thermals- Here's Your Future

The Thermals- An Ear For Baby

The Thermals- I Need You To Kill

The Hold Steady- Cattle And The Creeping Things

Finally, Finals Are Over!

Oh glorious day! Oh sweet sweet warm sunshine! Oh birds of song, chirp your tune. Louder, I don't think all campuses can hear you! What a sensational feeling, we're free! No more pen chewing, scantron bubbling, obnoxious know-it-all classmates raising their hand and chiming in on everything even the kitchen sink, no more Adderall induced crashes, no more caffeine over doses, and no more sexual favors to professors! How green the grass is today! How blue the sk... wait, what? No no no, I don't think you understand, it's the "Finals", they're final. It's over, done with. What do you mean 'just for a semester'?! Theres more finals? More scantrons?! More sexually suggestive love letters to physically repugnant T.A.'s? How can that be?! Has the whole world gone crazy?!! Am I the only one here you gives a shit about the rules?! This whole fucking thing... I did not watch my buddies die face down in the muck so that this fucking strumpet...

What the frig folks? Whats wrong with this picture:
We are at our very best before 40. We are faster, happier, better looking, better smelling, better tasting, sexually more productive and reproductive, idealistic, optimistic, liberal, open-minded, have better senses and are generally more enjoyable to be around and enjoy being around others the most. Yet we spend virtually all that time either studying our asses off, or scratching our way to a comfortable professional place. 70% 0f people work in fields other than what they got their degrees in, and the other 30% mostly are Doctors, Lawyers, Engineers and other specialists. We have a higher suicide rate, develop more psychological malfunctions, are imprisoned at a greater rate, killed protecting nations and ideals, and are held responsible for the moral decay of societies to a much much higher degree than over 40. We fund people on the brink of death with money that we are tighter for than they are, and can better use than they can(even invest better than they can), all while working harder and faster for those who are way past that prime. So that what? So that we get to lie back on our Lay-Z-Boy in our stuffy study puffin away on our pipe reminiscing about those fleeting moments of youthful exuberance and ecstasy? Somethings' backwards here.

So here it is, my proposal:
I say all those under 40 do nothing but live the best possible life possible, with no schooling other than basics, like reading and writing(and any additional knowledge they might want to pursue on their own), and leave the university and professional portion of their lives for when they turn 40, so they can then support the new generation. If we truly worship youth so much, advertise about it, hire actors to act it, and rub creams on our faces to retain it, then we ought to live in a society that truly acts out that youthful fantasy. Imagine a world where the old work for the young. Imagine living the best part of your life the way it was intended to be lived: sleeping late, lounging out, running the legislative, judicial and executive branches of government, and just experiencing life through the lenses that nature has meant for us to experience life through all along.

What's the point of murdering the best part of your life, so that you can just sit around for a few years and hate yourself for it? I want to map out some ideas about this concept society, but I need to do some more thinking. If you got some thoughts about this whole thing, let me know.

Some Songs That Could Be Considered Relevant... Or Not, But Rad None-The-Less:

Wolf Parade- We Built Another World:
http://www.zshare.net/download/04-we-built-another-world-m4p.html

Sunset Rubdown- They Took A Vote Said No:
http://www.zshare.net/download/02-they-took-a-vote-and-said-no-m4a.html

The Hold Steady- Stuck Between Stations:
http://www.zshare.net/download/01-stuck-between-stations-m4a.html

Keeping Track Of Tracks

Imagine this:
You show a friend a picture you stumbled across that you can't stop looking at. A picture of a place that looks unlike anything you've ever seen. After a few seconds of looking at it, your friend excitedly tells you about the wondrous place, because he goes there all the time. A place with magnificent trees and wild animals who let you pet them and run around with them. Where the weather is authentic, but manipulatable. A fascinating wanderlust actualized. So naturally you let him take you. And at first glance you can see what the picture hinted at. So you go back a few times. And a few more times. Pretty soon you're going back a few times a day without really realizing how attached you have become. After a few weeks you start to look more closely at the bright leaves, build a sort of relationship with the animals, and quench your thirst with water from rivers and springs you never thought could exist. Eventually this utopia becomes the gateway to a world of paradises. Worlds different in almost every way from the others, all showing you totally new wildlife and sunsets. So you can't but leave that boring, ordinary, dull and mundane world you used to tread around in your steel-toe boots behind now, and instead take up residence in a place where the only pair of shoes you'll ever need were the ones given to you on your 0th birthday. No passport or visa necessary.

Interpol is releasing their 3rd full length album "Our Love To Admire" on the 10th of June. Their first single "The Heinrich Maneuver" has just started to weave its way through the web waves, offering up a Polaroid of the expansion project underway to the wonderland they invited me into 4 years ago. "Turn On The Bright Lights" was, and still is, the most moving album I've ever laid ears on. The follow up "Antics" provided the Sun to TOTBL's Moon, and from there my itunes was never starved again. I filled her appetite with meals and morsels from cooks with the same kind of Iron Chef talent as Interpol's. Now finally, after 3 years of waiting, the New Yorkinites have a new dish ready, and a festival of people are licking their chops.

If you're not familiar with this band, you should familiarize yourself. I'm through being a drill sergeant about it. I used to think it was my duty to get people on board these trains I've traveled on, but after bunking with the few people who actually are seeking this form of migration, and having discussions and sharing emotions with them, I'd rather keep the corridors empty sanz true travelers.

If you have a few moments, you should check out the links below. MP3's and vids. Maybe it'll wet your appetite. Paul Banks writes poetry, not lyrics, so if you enjoy interpreting words rather than being told what the meanings are, you'll have fun. Enjoy the ear full folks, it's delicious.

Songs:

The Heinrich Maneuver:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/04-the-heinrich-maneuver-mp3-kkw.html
The Specialist:
http://www.zshare.net/download/05-specialist-m4p.html
NARC:
http://www.zshare.net/download/03-narc-m4p.html
Leif Erikson:
http://www.zshare.net/download/10-leif-erikson-m4a.html

Videos:

Obstacle 1:

Evil:



Lyric Links:
http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Interpol/