_posted in dayedayerocks | 09 January 2008

I just got a call from my grandmother. My auntie died. She's my auntie because our families have been so close since my grandfather and her husband were in the army together, both serving in Korea and Vietnam. We kids all grew up together. My older brother and sister grew up with their son Harold. I grew up with their youngest son, Jumel. We told everyone we were cousins.

Our families have been friends for almost 60 years. Her husband, my uncle, died about 4 years ago- leukemia. She died of cancer among other things.

And so the first personal death of 2008. My hope is that no one else close to me dies this year. However, people are getting older. I keep feeling all the time I've spent across the country, has been time I took away from being with my family, especially my grandmother.

Anyway, you know the drill. Cherish every minute people. You want every breath... every single one.

There's night and day, brother. Both sweet things. Sun, moon and stars, all sweet things. Very quiet now. There's a wind on the heath. Life is very... sweet, brother. Life is very sweet, brother. Who would wish to die?
george darrow: Lavengro; the scholar, the gypsy, the priest

_posted in new music wednesdays | 09 January 2008

another separate the asshole from the artist... "a shins rocker beats up only person he can, his skinny girlfriend."

angie stone: the art of love and war
animal collective: strawberry jam
freddie king: woman across the river
sharon jones: 100 days, 100 nights
johnny greenwood: there will be blood
talib kweli: focus
the shins: wincing the night away
vampire weekend: vampire weekend
young knives: voices of animals and men