The Anthem:
The Anthem:
“My city's still breathing, but barely, it's true Through buildings gone missing like teeth The sidewalks are watching me think about you Sparkled with broken glass
I'm back with scars to show Back with the streets I know Will never take me anywhere but here
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand The strangers whose faces I know We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say I wanted it this way
Wait for the year to drown Spring forward, fall back down I'm trying not to wonder where you are
All this time Lingers, undefined Someone choose Who’s left and who’s leaving
Memory will rust and erode into lists Of all that you gave me A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest The best parts of lonely
Duct-tape and soldered wires New words for old desires And every birthday card I threw away
I wait in 4/4 time Count yellow highway lines That you're relying on to lead you home That you're relying on to lead you home That you're relying on to lead you home.”
--“Left And Leaving,” The Weakerthans
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Caged, your dress riding up your ass Kicking at your cast Limping, yet harassing the dance floor Caged here, too, within the concrete and glass and the metal my mind is for itself I’ll dance with you, darling New friend. Someone without bounds. I used to be you I fear to be you.
RMS, 9/9/2018
"Well, and what's cheese? Corpse of milk."
James Joyce
A group of incredible beings created something amazing in mid-May of 2023. I was lucky enough to get to see it all flourish and flow at Public Records in Brooklyn, New York.
How I received this unbelievable opportunity I will never know; I couldn’t believe what the Universe placed in my hands. Which is a given—Sigur Rós is the sound of our Universe breathing. True beauty is in everything, and their warm vibrations remind me of that daily.
When I turned my closed eyes to the sky in this photograph (and film poster), my atoms threaded with the sacred, loud, quiet, endless, dark, shimmering, blindingly bright world outside the walls and the glowing cathedral @katya_gimro and her team had created inside the studio.
My being exploded, boundless. Listening to such powerful sound for twenty-one years accumulated into a melding of air and skin, sound and senses, unhinged vulnerability, elation, and, of course: exponential joy.
Thank you, Sigur Rós. Endlessly. You’ve shown my soul true peace. You stayed right beside this exhausted, grieving child down her path of finding uncontrollable vibrancy and her true spirit.
“There’s something sacred and holy about what that does on the inside. And to share that experience with others is just so beautiful.”
—Steven Ezra Riley
The Universe will hold you. You just have to find a way to hear it.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qEw--v19WyI
The Courtroom Funeral: April 16th, 2021
“You, I did it all for you. Do you know who I am? Do you know just what to do? Now you're all that I have, Is it fair to love me, too?
You, it hurts because of you. And I'll kiss you through a hazmat suit, That's what I'll do if I have to.
You seem to know who I am, As though you know just what to do. Now you're all that I have, Is it fair to love me, too?
And you, I did it all for you.”
--“If I Don’t Have To,” Keaton Henson
Tent life.
Summer 2018, Nashville, TN.
Yes. Yes, in-fucking-deed.
