Before they land..

Twenty-five.

thedailyfeed:

Ten years after The Mountain Goat’s “Tallahassee,” Zach Baron returned to Florida with singer-songwriter John Darnielle to search for remnants of the album’s mythic inspiration. What he found is a lesson on people who make things, people who enjoy them, and the space between the two. 

“Is this a ridiculous story, do you think?” is what the recording tells me I asked first, which is unfortunate. He replied, in a kind way, “I am really, aggressively and reactionarily anti-nostalgia. Like, when people talk about the music that they liked in high school growing up, I just can’t stand it. I hate it.” He paused. “I acknowledge it’s a reactionary position, because obviously if I didn’t think people who’d been making music for 20 years couldn’t make good music, then I wouldn’t be making music. But I really consider nostalgia toxic.”

It kind of went on like that from there. 

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The Wave Pictures and John Darnielle

—HE SWIMS LIKE A FISH

allherfavoritefruit:

the wave pictures and john darnielle of the mountain goats - he swims like a fish

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nickholmes:

Séance cat thinks you’re not taking this seriously. 

nickholmes:

Séance cat thinks you’re not taking this seriously. 

waldosia

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.

dream post

Dream from the other night: I’m sitting in a room with a low window facing out onto a busy street. I’m working on something when I notice that someone has stopped just outside the window and had taken a step closer. I look down through the blinds and can see a very old woman with white hair and stooped back peering in under the blinds. She can see the floor of the room I’m in and the legs of my chair, but my feet are just out of sight in the shadows. Immediately I sense that if I move and she sees me something horrible will happen to me so I freeze in terror. She steps closer to the window and I can see dark circles under her eyes. I realize it’s a dream at this point and I need to wake up. I started by trying to move, but I couldn’t, so I tried to make a noise so I would wake myself up. I’m trying to call out to my cat and to my boyfriend, but no one comes. Then I remember I could just open my eyes and right as I do I hear someone say, ‘don’t go yet, we haven’t even started!’.

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—'Upular' (Virtual 3D)

hamburglr:

First, go grab some headphones. The best ones you’ve got. If the best ones you’ve got are these suckers (or something similar), you should really go buy new ones, but use the best you’ve got for right now.

Take a break from whatever you’re doing for 2 minutes and listen, but just listen to the whole thing, even if you have to multi-task.

Headphones on? Ok. Good.

Now, press play.


“Upular (3D Audio Version)” - Pogo

Random people: The Beauty of Struggle

random-people:

Falling in love is part of her daily routine. She falls in love with little details that catch her eye during the day. A half empty beer bottle under a park bench. One single, little plant growing from a brick wall. Details like that stay with her for a long time, because of what they made her…

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the Mountain Goats

—thucydides II-58

The thought of winters upcoming arrival is making me ill.

I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.

—Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via okinami)

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I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.

—Charles de Lint (via listlessdays)

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