"Happy Jesus Day"

BEG 4 SNOW

It's been 10 days now since opening day and the conditions out there are crap. I found this painting stumbling through the interweb sometime over the summer and I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to share it. I think now's a good time. This painting is my love for polar bears, snow and art combined so naturally I absolutely love it, but I'm an idiot and didn't make note of where it came from, so I have no idea who I'm supposed to give credit for the happiness it brings me which makes me sad. How's that for irony. Anywho, a big thank you is in order to the random artist who made this (Rlusaver?) ..and I'm sorry I don't know you. Sincerely, your admirer.

This is how you snowboard.

One of my kids from todays level 1 class.

It's Physics

I've thrown myself into another one, another familiar cycle.

Okay so I guess I didn't throw myself this time. In fact I've spent quite some time tip toe-ing around this situation. But then suddenly I tripped, possibly on a few bottles of booze, and I just went lunging forward. It's typical for thrown objects to eventually hit the ground, it's physics. But I've been thrown hard, and I feel like I'm still shooting through the air right into outer fuckin space. I'm seconds away from getting lost out here, losing direction, losing my mind (hey, maybe it's in this black hole) it's different this time though. My eyes are still closed, fingers fidgety, heart pounding, and occasionally gasping for air, but only because I'm laughing. Hard. Because you're so. fucking. hilarious. If I drank milk it'd be it'd be squirting out my nose, but I'm lactose intolerant so luckily I dodged that nerdy bullet. Always anticipating the next time, not regretting the seconds, the minutes, the days that slip by, I hope it lasts for as long as it's potential. I'm floating out here, but eventually I'll cross back through into the atmosphere, I'll be a victim to gravity once more, and once more without a goddamn parachute, I'll most likely fall hard, and uh..I hate to break it to you, but you will most likely too.

Substance

I probably have about 3 posts in draft mode, because everything I've been trying to write with any sort of substance just seems to end up sounding absolutely ridiculous about 10 minutes after I'm finished writing it. In hopes to just keep things rolling until I have something remotely significant to say, I'll just post some more photo's from around Denver. After all, I have less than a week 'til I'm back to being a mountain woman..

Snaps of - The Sounds Concert, Maja Ivarsson, Portishead Concert, Maria Taylor, The Big Harp, Halloween at Unit E, Josh as Joaquin Phoenix, Adam as Thom Yorke, yours truly as Wednesday Addams.

The Sounds was an incredibly active concert. Maja, she puts on quite the show. I probably burned all of my PBR calorie intake for the night (and believe me..there was a lot). With questionable expectations, especially with stadium seating, Portishead turned out to be mind-blowingly incredible. Beth sings like a depressed angel, with such sweet sorrow. Maria Taylor and the Big Harp at the Hi-Dive was charming and laid back. Although disappointed for the bands that there was such a small crowd, I personally enjoyed the space and intimacy. Halloween is pretty self explanatory. Kept it small this year at a new gallery/music venue, a small space on Santa Fe and 12th in Denver called Unit E. A few bands, quirky costumes, couple of friends, definitely no shit show like previous years.

It's a Cover

 

Baby by Warpaint 

Directed by Popping Yolk

A Day for Film and Music

Today has been a day of visiting the distant to relatively recent past. It has been a day of sitting, watching, listening and connecting. I caught up with an old friend today and we watched Nicolas Winding Refn's Drive, as he was kind enough to watch it for the third time on my behalf. Luckily to his advantage it was pretty amazing, which is probably why he agreed to watch it so many times. This film comes with an equally amazing soundtrack, scored mainly by Cliff Martinez with additional tracks by chillwave electronic artists like Kavinsky, College, and Desire. From the 90's style typography of the credits to the 80's style dream pop, I was pushed into the past (not too far though with the cars being a reference to present day). I fell in love with the music immediately and the film soon after. The trailer was definitely misleading, and I honestly didn't have very high expectations going in to it. I went in thinking I was going to experience a series of cliched action film montages so I was definitely thrown off guard with the eerily subtle dialogue and the dreamy yet somehow realistic chase/murder scenes. Slow motion sequences, usually deemed a bit tacky in my opinion, was actually done quite tastefully and worked wonders with the music. Most films that I've seen with one murder scene following another leave me numb to the idea of death, where by the end I'm not even flinching at a gunshot to the head. But unlike these, Drive left me horrified by each death and kept me guessing right up to the very end. Alright so, there are probably a lot of people who could have predicted that ending, but I like to think that I consciously choose not to guess for the sake of enjoying the film the way it was made to be. Here's one of the main tracks from the flick.


I wasn't given much time to digest all of this after it was over, however, because I needed to rush to meet my parents to see the Colorado Symphony Orchestra perform Beethoven's Symphony Number 7, quite the contrast from the former. I thought about all the times they've taken my brother and me to see the Los Angeles Philharmonic perform at the Hollywood Bowl, back when he was still and angsty teenager and I, still a naive child. Of course I didn't appreciate it then, and at every child that crossed my path as we walked in, I wondered how many of them were dragged along against their will, and which ones would come back 10 years later to actually appreciate it. Of course there weren't many children, given the majority of the audience were Denver's white-elite, and well over their 40s. I couldn't help but compare this experience with other concerts I've been to this month. I wondered if any of these people knew what it was like to drink a beer out of a plastic cup, stand in a grimey venue and aggressively nod heads to rock music while screaming, spilling beers and bumping into one another. It was refreshing to see younger groups of people, even though there weren't many, and I almost had the urge to give them a nod as I walked by them as if we had some kind of connection/understanding. A small part of me worries that there isn't a big enough younger generation attending the orchestra to carry on an audience to classical music when the older generation fades. I'll admit, I dozed off a bit during the first Violin Concerto (the opening act), by some postmodern composer by the name of Glass. But when they started Beethoven's 7th, the nostalgia tied to this piece came rushing through me. I remembered hearing this on road trips with my family, or sitting in the living room of our house in California, on a Sunday, having a reading session with my dad as he read the paper and I read Nancy Drew. I melted with his second movement. This holds a special place in my heart more than I believe anyone could understand. This youtube video doesn't nearly do it justice in all of its majesty...