día tras día

The bunch of freesia on my desk is wilting under the fluorescent lighting. And there are still a few dozen buds that could potentially bloom. They might not make it. Fresh water and fresh Radiohead might do the trick.

I honestly don't know how Thom does it, relentlessly creating such mesmerizing music. How can so much cool come from one small man?

audio earmuffs

It's COLD outside. Warm up your ears with this gem.

Have a lovely weekend! Enjoy a Hot Toddy or two.

blown away

San Francisco native Scott Hansen is both a musician/producer (under moniker Tycho) and graphic artist (under moniker ISO50), and I was fortunate enough to witness said talents at last weekend's sold-out show. Another talent he has is BLOWING MY MIND INTO OUTER SPACE. Easily one of the best shows I have attended...ever.  The music was clean and fluid, yet playful and rich. Flawless and inventive. And his sun-soaked, vintage-hued videos and photographs being projected behind him SEALED THE DEAL. What can't he do? Breathe underwater. OR CAN HE?

Dive from most recent album of the same name.
Gold star for your sticker chart, Mr. Hansen.

OH, AND THIS.

stunning

This surf/enviro short by Ben Gulliver made my jaw drop. Beautiful shots of a truly extraordinary region. And great music to boot.

Tipping Barrels from Sitka on Vimeo.

If you'd like to learn more about Spirit Bears, I read an interesting article in National Geographic a few months ago.

just a sec

Fantastic new song by Nite Jewel, who just seems to be killing it this year.

productivity

Because life is too short not to dance in your office chair.

maple syrup

Get it? Because this song is so sappy! Sentimental it may be, it's a beautiful piece with a wintery feel. Landfill is soft and minimalistic with a rather heavy concept; that humans have a frustrating capability to feel strong like and dislike towards one person at the same time, to be pulled towards someone who makes you cringe, to have a heart with the audacity to betray your mind. Humans are silly. Silly humans.

back to basics

It's official. December holiday madness has begun. There is no escaping the scores of glittery, oversized Christmas trees sagging under the weight of gaudy ornaments. No dodging the onslaught of pure crap being dumped into the shopping bags of dazed consumers. And the carols. THE CAROLS. Sweet mother of all that is holy, let's be done with this excess. After all, it's the simple things that give us the warm and fuzzies. Exhibit A: Dr. Dog.

 

Perfect accompaniment to a night of doing absolutely nothing with those goofballs you call friends.

I know a severed head seems a little bleak for the season, but that riff at the beginning?...meow.