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speaking of wild horses…

I swear I have a much longer post to contribute, stored safely away somewhere in my mind. Currently inaccessible. But I can't let the tiger-half show me up repeatedly. So it's coming. I'll think of some life story and a stream of conciousness later, post something amazing and cool and insightful and delightful. For now, though, I'll just crib off-a him and bring you a cover of the 'Stones Wild Horses.

It's Faultline playing, and the thoroughly amazing Joseph Arthur on vocals. Eat it up, kids.

Faultline (feat. Joseph Arthur) - Wild Horses (Rolling Stones cover)

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you've decided to show me the same
No sweeping exit or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

I know I've dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken - tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses we'll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses we'll ride them some day

The thing about math is:

When I started college I was a computer science major. At Texas A&M Computer Science had a built in minor, and I had chosen to pursue math. During my third full semester of college, around the time that the computer science dictocrats decided it was time to get efficient at programming, I was in my third semester of calculus and fascinated with drawing sketches of Sherilyn Finn in the side columns of my notes. I realized at this point that I was much more interested in solving problems, and critical thinking, than I was programming computers, so I defected to the math department. For many reasons this was a good decision, not the least of which was meeting mr. g sansom.

The thing about math is that it is self contained. I always liked that theoretically one could figure out all of the answers to an exam without ever having looked into a text book or been to a class. And, indeed, I had one friend who would do this. His brain was intimidating. I had to wing it a few times. And there were even times when a teacher would require it of you, like when my probability professor decided to include a question from her graduate level class final on her undergraduate class final exam. I got that one right. I got the extraordinarily basic ones wrong. One could never accomplish this with say and english exam on t.s. eliot's the waste land without having read either the poems or anything about the poems.

The thing about T.S. Eliot is that I've long considered him to be an arrogant bastard. Maybe he was, but I simply thought poetically he was. The man experienced profound spiritual change during his life, and if one were to read Prufrock followed by the four quartets this would be evident. The problem that I had was that he seemed convinced that because he had this experience, and came to these truths, that now noone else would ever have to. He had figured out the answer, and we simply had to believe him.

It occured to me while driving the other day, that even though I could theoretically figure out all of the answers on my own, sometimes it is relevant to look in the text book and see if a theorem already exists. And I realized just now, that T.S. Eliot probably had more patience than I ever gave him credit for.

All the wild horses
All the wild horses
Tethered with tears in their eyes
May no man's touch ever tame
May no man's reigns ever chain you
And may no man's weight ever defrayed your soul
And as for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away
As for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away

grrr…

Okay, the Tiger half has officially gotten twice as many comments on his ONE post than the Pooh half has gotten on his dozens of posts.

No wonder I live in a constant confidence crisis.

sufjan pwn3d

Ouch!

And I have to say, I sort of see where he's coming from...

too freaking awesome…

Go here and listen to Gay for Girls. Especially all of you who listen to this new punkLite genre of music. But no, everybody. That's today's assignment. It's hilarious

the mountain goats

Not just the kings of the hill anymore. Unless that hill is the Hill of Chill, Low-Fi Folky Goodness. Then they're still the kings. Check them out.

I'm going to post one of the songs from their new album, Get Lonely. (It comes out August 22 I believe.) Here is the first stanza of lyrics:

hello.

Despite many attempts to the contrary by the pooh half of tigerpooh, I have spent little to no time looking at other music blogs. Consequently I have no notion of what this should be like. My desire or idea at the moment is that I would just sit down and write about what I am listening to, why, and how it affects me. I find that music helps me catalog my emotions, it is much more of a psychological thing for me than an analytical or artistic thing. Not that all of the other neuances aren't there, but I would say, by and large, and the majority of the time, listening to music is therapy between my real therapy. And then I wonder, in my youth, why I chose to sit on a couch across from Marilyn Manson. I listen to pretty much nothing that you haven't heard of (in addition to using double negatives). And I imagine I will stuggle between the ever present desire to be obscure and just being honest about what I like. So I will say right now I am a 28 year old man who likes tool, a lot. I also like texas is the reason, devendra banhart, tv on the radio, patty griffin, lyle lovett, blah blah blah, name drop, I want you to thing I am cool. I really do. It is why, at stop lights, I still turn up what I am listening to in the hopes that someone will majically walk up to me and say,"Holy crap is that onelinedrawing's sketchy ep#1 that you are listening to? I thought I was the only person who knew about that. You are so damn cool!" And in all reality if this were to happen, I would blush, smile, and then drive away without saying a word, feeling sheepishly pridefull.

Yesterday, I shared the following story with my friend Randy. In high school I used to get all bent out of shape when other people would wear nine inch nails shirts to school. I would think that they couldn't possibly "get" nin the same way that I do. It also made me feel terribly un-original. And so in the persuit of being original, I got into wear shirts of more obscure bands, bands I didn't really even like, like delicate terror and deathkulture bbq. And one day I realized, I just like nine inch nails, and that is okay (although other than the broken ep I really don't care to listen to nine inch nails anymore). I tell this story to say this: I believe that there are many wonderful bands and musicians out there that I have not heard and will probably be blown away, once again, when I finally do hear them. But I think that their obscurity does not give them any more clout or beauty than say, Chris Isaak, whom everyone has heard of. I have played the "this is my band that noone has heard of" game (the deftones), and lost miserably. So, now I try to be content with listening to what I enjoy, be it the cowboy junkies or godspeed you! black emperor, and stay open to new sounds and experiences. And hopefully I sound as self-rightous as possible in that process.

Back to my idea.

My idea was to write about what I am listening to at this moment and why. The problem is that I am in a public library and I am listening to traffic and the soft sounds of peoples voices.

freakishly romantic

I've been feeling so romantic lately - it's terrible. Bad. Not like the "aww, that's cute" sort of romanticism. The other kind. The shitty kind. It's probably because of this, but these lyrics get me, you know, kinda right here. (The hook that seems slightly borrowed from The Cure's Lovesong is also a good punch.) God, I love this band...

And yes, it's about being young and energetically, helplessly, unstoppably in love.

(I promise this is the last song from The National I'll post. I really, really encourage everyone to buy their album. It's *VERY* worth it.)

magic kangaroo

Shhhh! This is a super-secret, don't-let-Magic-Girl-know-it's-here sort of post. But I have to brag on the little vixen. This is a friend who plays around town, singing Big Star's Kangaroo. (Long Live Chilton...) The recording was simply done and it hasn't been mixed or anything, the mics aren't professional, etc... And yet you can still hear the voice that, in my opinion, suggests Magic Girl's name in the first place

Magic Girl (Live) - Kangaroo

Rock her in the comments...