This morning I woke up to a paw smack to my face, I have a slight scratch over my lip as evidence. My cat Pandora was impatient for me to wake up. She made it a point to wake me up. And after her vet visit on Saturday morning, she was still “getting me back.” After I fed her at some ungodly hour, I went back to bed. I was in the in-between state of sleeping and waking and I just really didn’t want to get up to go to work. The shades were drawn and my bed was warm and I just wanted to bury myself under my duvet.
On Saturday, I managed to meet my sister to see the movie, Stoker. It was intense but really well done. Mia Wasikowska is amazing in it. This young woman is captivating. I loved her as Helen in Albert Nobbs, she was haunting in Jane Eyre, and now as India Stoker…well she gave me creepy chills. There is something unsettling about her steady gaze. I have yet to see her in Alice in Wonderland with Johnny Depp. Nicole Kidman and Matthew Goode are both eerily disturbing as well and you can’t help watch the story unfold. Stoker is definitely worth seeing.
I was looking around for some new music and came across this artist – Emily King. OMG! Love, love, love her sound. I’ve uploaded a song from a live set at Rockwood Music Hall. I can’t stop listening to it.
Enjoy!
L~
Wednesday. It’s a cold, windy, rainy day. It feels like extreme weather so I’m out there with a smile on my face…that is until the wind picks up and I have to tuck my chin in. People are out there with umbrellas which are useless since the rain is coming at you sideways. I would love to be curled up in a big easy chair with a mug of hot tea and the current book I’m reading, Jonathan Carroll’s, Sleeping in Flames. Instead I’m in a beige cube with a mug of earl grey tea, writing this entry while listening to The Raconteurs, Blue Veins. Perfect music for this cold day. I can finally listen to Jack White without gritting my teeth…Hahaha.
Do you know what I miss today? I miss vinyl. I miss being able to put on a record onto a record player and the purity of that sound. Funny how nostalgic one gets for the past. Yes, I can probably go out and buy these items today but what’s the point when the digital age dominates the industry. Growing up I loved my record collection. Records and books that’s where my allowance money would go. Not much has really changed. Music and books is what I like to spend money on. So as I’m listening to Jack White, The Raconteurs and The Black Keys this sound is so familiar to me. I mean it sounds like the music I grew up with. It sounds both contemporary as well as a blast from the past. Anyway, I'm putting up a video from one of The Raconteurs live shows.
I write and I paint. Then I try to articulate some coherent thoughts about the creative process on this blog. In between those moments of producing work, I take photos, listen to groovy music, watch indie movies, read (a lot), go hear live music (preferably someone that rocks), go to the theater to see a new play from time to time, watch sci-fi movies, and continue to cultivate my curiosity. Then I write about that too.
