Sigur Ros.

I hate to sound like this but...

omgomgomgomgomg(x1,000)

I'm going to see Sigur Ros on Nov. 21 at the Alexandra Palace, in London.

And look at this venue: http://flickr.com/photos/woodgreenite/281332167/

Sigur Ros was actually the very first concert I'd ever been to. It was 2005, my freshman year in college. I'm beyond happy that I have a chance to see them again. I can hardly believe that it will happen.

They make so many different things in life come together. They make my heart full. They suddenly make life art. Like a movie. Even the simplest things.

I bought 4 tickets. Honestly, I can't even move right now. My enthusiasm has pent me up into writing and writing and writing and I can't contain myself.

Maybe I'm making it out to be too grand, but I fully expect this to be one of the most beautiful things in my life, again.

I don't care about anything else in my life right now. I could sit here and be happy until Nov. 21.

And it cost me a shitload of money, but I don't care. I'll just have to ration my money a little more carefully until there. You just don't let the potential for life-changing music pass you by. There is rarely anything in music as beautiful as Sigur Ros.

My Own Ascent

I took this picture at a Feist concert about a year and a half ago. She prefaced the song "I Feel It All," by yelling to the crowd "Do you feel it??! I said...do you feel it!?"

I wrote the following today:

This isn't a race. You can't take the time to capture moments if you're always in motion. The city we live in should not only serve as one in a series of pitstops. If the picture is always moving, the artifact is trivialized. This is not to be confused with petrifaction, or waiting. It is more arriving and looking at life as your teacher. If your goal is to run through a museum and not understand the art that invites your eyes, then you are waiting for a beautiful awareness that will never arrive. That's not even in the sense of historical facts...but what does it mean to you? What is your context?

Almost to its own demise, everything can be elevated to a higher level of significance. Create your context, the environment, and employ the soundtrack, the threads, the undercurring themes, upon the environment. It's yours. Things come together, things make sense, even in distance. I don't know how I got to the Victoria and Albert museum, or this leather couch that gave way to these words, but this happened amongst tapestral rugs, spoons that invite comparisons to oragami, and neon shimmers coming from the fashion exibit accross the hall.

Special thanks to "Seven Swans," by Sufjan Stevens, "All the Young Dudes," by Mott the Hoople, "A Movie Script Ending," by Death Cab for Cutie, and as always, the ever more meaningful artist, Ryan Adams, and his song "When the Stars Go Blue." These all helped me feel something, and gave me space to think. Also, thanks to "Ibi Dreams of Pavement (A Better Half)," by Broken Social Scene for ripping me out of the mindset that followed me throughout my digging.

It may seem that I'm waiting, but I'm merely using time as wind in my ascent.

I'm not sure if this is good enough material for my column, but it has a place here.

Legs to Make Us Longer

I've tentatively been placed into an internship with Kartel Creative, while I'm in London. It's an independent artist management company and record label.

This is wild. I didn't even expect to be placed into anything like a record label, or anything of the sort. I expected a magazine. Some boring old magazine.

But I'm going to be working with something that could directly influence my independent study on the record industry. Up until now, I've only gotten the perspective of an artist - and that's all I'd really planned on - but I've got this other side. I better know my shit.

I don't *have* the internship yet. I still have to go in for an interview. But this is pretty darn exciting.

DJ Shadow - Giving Up the Ghost

The choice to begin is rarely available. To expedite a moment to begin, even. Last night, I jumped into the Atlantic Ocean, because it was there. Already the precursor. It was the beginning of a journey that would only begin at a different end of the very same water.We move in calculations, only half-awake in the moments we spend waiting for a worthy arrival. Until then, we numb ourselves to get out of this state of life. Start.

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I'm going to London on Wednesday. I'm putting a lot of weight on this semester, because I see the window of music journalism closing. So, I'm doing an independent study on the recording industry, and expending myself as much as I can. I'm doing a column for The Temple News. I'm going to take pictures of random people on the street. I'm going into this with a comfortable level of my own wisdom. I'm hoping something about this shifts my perspective into one that give me a future in journalism.

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