i really don't like the word 'blog.' it always reminds me of 'to blave' from the princess bride. but i like to eavesdrop on other people's lives on the interwebs, so i decided to join them. besides poetry and long walks on the beach, i like (read: am currently ridiculously obsessed with) everything to do with art, crafting, music, sherlock holmes, 'da gorge' (the love of my life), reading, murder she wrote, a certain french ex-porn star, forensic shows, cooking, my fam, italy, slim jims, trashy novels, coca-cola, home design, print gocco, the betty crocker cookbook, and hall & oates. in no particular order and subject to change at the drop of a hat (except da gorge and the fam, of course). i mostly talk about the fun stuff, but sometimes like to tackle the other 'taboo' stuff, too, like politics, religion, and sex. 'cause if you don't include those, well, i'm not sure what the point is really! (but mama/that's where the fun is...) tara. xo.
i've always leaned towards being obsessive (ok, so there is no 'leaning' involved). my major obsessions have always been rock stars, just like some people's heroes having always been cowboys. the wonder of music never ceases to amaze me, and i have yet to come across any job cooler than rock star. not that i have first hand knowledge, but if i could be anything in the world, that would be it. these posts are for my fellow obsessors, who know what's it like to love from afar. and dedicated to my brother, matt, who lives the dream! never underestimate the power of song. or rock stars.
they're all sacred songs/they're not easily won/you know the words just seem to live on/the thoughts are sacred/though the sound is profane/but this and that you know/they're one and the same. ~ daryl hall
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i'm still ill. with a cold, in bed. not what morrissey was getting at, i'm well aware, but it seems fitting as i sit here.
oh, morrissey. how i loved you. and, let's be honest, how i still do. love for morrissey can be best described by paraphrasing the old adage about faith...for those who get it, no explanation is necessary, for those who don't, no explanation is possible. :)
heard this song whilst shopping for groceries today, and had to come home and watch the vid. how gorgeous is belinda in this clip? i loved her in the go-go's, of course, with her cute-early-'80s-LA-post-punk-surfer-chick vibe. but i can remember this coming out and being wowed by her 'new' look. i think her style and that of the video holds up surprisingly well, seeing as though it was nearly 25 years ago...(um, my brain just short circuited slightly upon writing that utterly unbelievable number...).
i think ms. carlisle's '50s-hollywood-femme-fatale-meets-mid-'80s-cool look here inspired me to wear fake eyelashes to a robert palmer concert at the GSAC...i am sure i believed it looked incredibly awesome at the time, but let's just say it's probably a good thing i don't have photographic evidence.
there were many springsteen songs on non-stop radio rotation back then, some of which suited my young teen angst just fine, like 'jungleland' or 'thunder road.' born in the USA was a different story entirely...but i digress! this is manfred mann we're talking here...this single was a huge hit, which just goes to show that the kids like to sing 'douche' way better than 'deuce.' .
oh, the nineties. who would have ever thought that you would seem so genuine, so fresh and free of pretense, in hindsight? i bemoaned your music as being so much less in every way than the previous decade's at the time, but now i see it as being much closer to that eighties fabulousness. indie, alternative, sub-pop, fort apache...words that now inspire intense longing for yet another set of the 'good ol' days'...
i love you, nineties indie music. i love you, velocity girl. sarah shannon was truly dazzling. she was on pete & pete, for, er, pete's sake! need i say more?
dearest,
some days i just miss you. especially so when i'm feeling weird, and irrelevant, and tongue-tied. the days when i wish so much i could share with you the joyful lunacy of this life and you would get it and not judge. that i could tell you any nutty, beautiful, crazy, fucked-up thought and not regret doing so. that you could appreciate the awkwardness, the loneliness, the wistfulness.
...and then still be able to tell me to stop writing the sentimental crapola that was that last paragraph!!!
i always felt that you got me. maybe that's not true. maybe i have made you that way in my memory. maybe you wouldn't understand the way i think you would. but in any case it's a comfort, however bittersweet, to believe that you would.
some things we most likely would hot have agreed on. the feminist in you simply could not stand seeing 'too many boobs and too much blood,' as you put it, in movies, or even tolerate the mere existence of strip clubs. i don't think you would understand how someone who identifies as a feminist and grew up listening to 'free to be you and me' could watch porn or read erotica or have no problem with her boyfriend going to a strip joint. it would probably make you NUTS. or maybe you would have come to a diffferent level of acceptance at this point in your life. i'll never know, but i'd like to think we could fight it out, get irrationally pissed off, eventually laugh our asses off about it, and always love and respect each other.
i'm sure that the further i get from knowing the real you, the more idealized my image of the remembered you will become. yours will become a friendship unmatched and unmatchable. but that's okay. i kinda like it that way.
love you,
tara. xo.
i can only wish you'd feel the hope/ i can only hope that i can see/ out beyond this skin that covers me/ oh, how i wish that you were here/ if i could hold you in my arms/ oh, how i wish that you were mine/ i don't wanna beg for you no more/ i ain't gonna tell you how i feel/ i ain't gonna tell you how i feel/ i ain't gonna pray for you to love me/ because i know you will/ i just know it
one of my favorite crowded house songs...i can't believe this album is as old as it is and that neil finn's son is a musician in his own right. i'm just not sure how that is possible. i think there must be a break in the space-time continuum.
i don't think i've ever seen this video...there's a bunch of silly stuff in the beginning featuring the band, including the late, great, paul hester, RIP. also featuring the baby liam...don't let that freak you out too much :).
