Uhm.... Viva España?

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ARTIST IN THE SPOTLIGHT

ARTIST IN THE SPOTLIGHT

BON IVER

GENRE: Indie, Acoustic, .... Amazing

Can you get any cooler? Honestly, this man has taken the meaning of true music, twisted it, turned it, and come out with something so pure that it brings tears to the eye.

After the breakup of his band and the breakup with his girlfriend, the Wisconsin native dropped everything and moved by himself to a cabin in the remote woods of Northwestern Wisconsin, just as winter was setting in. He gave himself to more physical tasks to fill the days. Whether it was splitting wood, lonely walks through the forest, or getting up to the sweet smell of pine and freshly fallen snow to watch the sunrise; it seems that Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) knew the meaning of peace and serenity. And this is exactly what his music brings through.

The record is sung mostly in falsetto. Generally I don't think I'd say I like falsetto, but this is coming from the standpoint where people like Chris Brown and The Backstreet Boys have taken over the falsetto scene with electronically modified frequencies that were previously unknown to the human ear.

To Compare these artists with Bon Iver would be impossible. I listen to a lot of music, and I listen to it often. After a while though, even listening to my favorite songs, my ears get tired. There is simply too much sound packed into the 3 to 5 minutes it takes to listen to a song. It is too loud, too much, and therefore not enough. I've heard the saying “No pain, no gain” but please, keep the “gain” down. I don't think my ears should be involved in the “pain”. And that's exactly what Bon Iver does. I'm happy to announce that his music is in no way painful to listen to, no matter how long you've been listening to it. Dare I say, the sound is... natural.

The sound that Bon Iver creates is amazing. During those three months he spent in the cabin, he fell upon something so original that his style can hardly be compared with any of the popular artists of today. His music is pure. The lyrics that make up his songs are more like poems sung to music, lacking the repetition and simplistic storyline heard in most music now. But not only are the songs themselves what makes this music so pure; it's the way he recorded it. This album was recorded in the months while he was away, using only what he could do by himself. This to me epitomizes what it means to be a true artist. I can do nothing but recommend the artist Bon Iver, and his album “For Emma, Forever Ago”

- Here are a couple of my favorite songs from his album -

Bon Iver - Re: Stacks


Bon Iver - Creature Fear

Time for "Things that make me giggle":

People in Virginia are creative!









Top three reasons to get married:

DEUTSCHLAND! DEUTSCHLAND! DEUTSCHLAND!

Dieses Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahr geht das Fussballwunder weiter

Wir (Sie?) sind daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa und wir werden Europameister



Le view from my window of the aftermath:

I'll just be quiet

The Killers - Read My Mind


Beck - Lost Cause

Okay.... First official "WHAT the FUCK?!" moment I've had in a while...

You remember these guys?



Well...



Uhm, what?! ... these are the guys I'm thinking of, right? Aren't they a little old for this kind of music?! Not that I have anything against them but, the name "New Kids" just doesn't do it anymore. I did not see this one coming. Not to mention that, at the moment, this song is #22 on the Top 100 songs on US itunes. Yeah... just thought I'd point this one out to y'all.

I'm... in love <3 <3 <3 Watch these, jesus she's precious

Weezer - Keep Fishin' (Julia Nunes cover)



Look at those eyes *sigh*

Say Anything - WOE (Julia Nunes cover)


b..b...buttercup? GIVE ME YOUR HEART!!!! I won't break it!!! I swear!!!! *drools*

Build Me Up, Buttercup - (Julia Nunes once again)



OMG GLASSES!!!!!!!! Can you GET any cuter?!!!

Doesn't matter which song - Juuuuuuuuliaaaaaa


Her smile at 1:56 ... *sigh*

Okay, okay okay stop obsessing.

Dear Julia,
If you ever read any of the shite you get linked to, and you happen to be reading this... I <3 you. Your smile is SO gorgeous. My number is (get a pen) 867-5309. If I'm not mistaken, you have it on your wall.

xoxo Emmy

Why, why, WHY. WHY did you stop? WHY did you stop taking the thing that's kept you here for 14 years??? WHY did you stop taking the thing that made you the person I know?

I'm sick and fucking tired of having to keep myself at a calm, perfect, even temper, just so that you don't go in to one of your fits of rage that I've only been told about. I'm fucking exhausted from the way I have to get to know a new person. I'm tired of you making me feel stupid, because I don't think clearly enough, or I ask stupid questions, or I say something that you can easily make fun of. Why on earth, for all of these years, did you live by the "rule" that if I can ask the question, then I can know the answer and then... practically over night, change into someone who thinks everything I want to know is stupid... oh my god, I can't believe you don't know that, or what?! is that serious?!

Who did you turn in to?! Why do you make us back so far away, not with words but with that thing you radiate. How is it possible that you have the power to one moment be the person who anyone can go to, and next be the person causing genuflections not in respect, but in fear?

My head hurts so bad lately. I try to blame it on other things, like allergies or a cold, or even just stress... but I realized that it's you.

Maybe it's the fact that you look down at everthing I do. Maybe it's the way that you judge the people I deal with every day so harshly, saying that they don't deserve to treat me that way, and they're all full of shit, or don't know what they're doing.

Maybe it's the fact that I have to hide things from you that I didn't before, just so I don't get made fun of.

I'm trying desperately to find what's funny in me being gay. I thought you respected that. I thought that maybe you would have assumed that the reason I don't want my stepfather recieving my packages is because of personal space. I've shoved him away since before I knew what sexuality was, and I'll continue still, if you don't mind. Me being gay has nothing to do with it. Maybe it's one of the things that I don't want him to find out yet, but I doubt that the cover of an envelope is going to give that away very easily. And did you ever consider that the reason I always want you to come with me is because I'm afraid for you when I'm not around? Didn't think so...

The way I use language is completely up to me. I see the way you make fun of me as no higher a form of humor than that of my little sister. You are several decades older than her, however you seem to have the art of infantile humor down to perfection.

But, so long as we're on the subject of how this makes me feel, why don't I mention a couple of things;

1. don't think I'm vain enough to make this about me
2. don't think that I am not supportive of you
and 3. do NOT assume that I don't care about you, or what you're going through, because really it's quite the opposite.

You wanted to stop taking the medicine because it is what has trapped you for 14 years. It is what has made you different. It's what has made you normal.

You want that power back. You want yourself back.

One of my favorite books is "To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee. I've read it several times, and written many an essay to do with it. Every time I look at it though, one line strikes me. The definition of courage that Atticus makes.

"A lady?" Jem raised his head. His face was scarlet. "After all those things she said about you, a lady?"

"She was. She had her own views about things, a lot different from mine, maybe ... son, I told you that if you hadn't lost your head I'd have made you go read to her. I wanted you to see something about her - I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew."

I want you to know that I'm proud of you. It must be so hard to break away from this. It must be torture seeing the reactions and concern in the faces of the people you love, and not knowing what you did differently. I'll tell you, it's pretty hard not knowing why you seem different, too.

It wouldn't be fair of me to say that you seemed healthier with the medicine, because if what you want is to break away, then I'm right behind you. But I am worried.

All my life you've told me how lucky I am to have a mother. To have safety, comfort, food, a roof over my head... to have everything I ever needed and most of what I had ever wanted. No one died, no one was mean to me, I was healthy and strong. I had a mama and a daddy and everything was perfect.

I can't imagine how you grew up. I can't imagine what you must have been put through, but I'm proud of you for making it this far. Just... look. Look at how far you've come! Look at all of the things you've seen and all of the things you've overcome. You've gone from that skinny little kid on the beach in that picture I saw to the mother of two wonderful and smart daughters. You love us, you care for us, you give us everything I need, and I can't thank you enough. I don't think I can ever repay you for what you've done and everything you've given up for us.

I'm so worried about you. Every day, something new hurts. I don't know when it happened. First your legs, then your feet, now your back... today you couldn't even get up. You seem angry. Not just angry, but filled with the most absolute and powerful rage that I've ever assumed was there. Who wouldn't be though, if their body abandoned them during one of the roughest times they've had in a while?

I'm worried because of what happened to your mom. I don't want you to get over stressed, or over worked and hurt yourself because of this. I notice you staring more often now, and I don't want you to be laying on the couch staring when I get home. I don't want you to start smoking more. I don't want you to die. And every day I press my feelings down just so there's room for yours. I don't want you to leave.

You need to go to the doctor. You haven't been to the doctor in two years. TWO YEARS mama. It took Paula 4 months to die when they found out she had cancer. Grandma didn't expect anything, and now she has had a double mastectomy. Grandpa is constantly getting skin cancer removed. Even dad is falling apart. He's had steroids pumped in to him because his joints hurt.

It must be so scary to be able to walk around one day, and the next having to crawl to the table to be able to get off of the floor. Please, if there is anything, ANYTHING I can do for you, let me know. I know the language barrier here is hard, but I can help you. You aren't alone. Please, know that.

Every day, I see this old lady walking down the street pulling along this thing on wheels to carry her groceries. I doubt she shops so often. I can see her any time of the day. You know the one I'm talking about. But lately, she has been carrying a bag and given up the one with wheels. I think I just figured out why.

I hope that, if you read this, you can understand. I hope that even if it doesnt help you understand what I feel... I hope you can at least see what I'm saying. I love you mama, and I'm proud of you.

A bend in the road is not the end of the road... unless you fail to make the turn.

If you're going through hell, keep going. ~Winston Churchill

And if you ever need help, just ask me.

Happypost!!!

I got a shirt today. It's not "just a shirt". It's a shirt.... with a DUCKIE!!!! I have a freakin' duck shirt!!! How awesome is that?!!

Now, to the music

Phantom Planet - Always on My Mind


Spoon - The Underdog


Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression That I Get


MGMT - Time To Pretend

It's raining.

Normally I wouldn't mind that. I mean, I'm from Washington. It rains like 24/7 there, right? But tonight I mind.

Sorry, this blog is going to be a little depressing, but I gotta post something.

My tummy hurts. Every day I go in and out of the house. I wake up, get ready, and say goodbye to my mom and stepdad. Usually my sister is still asleep, so I head for the door and off to school I go. I get home from school and go about my business, and to tell you the truth, I feel pretty bad for doing that. I feel like I should spend more time with my family while I still have the chance.

Anyway, why do I mind the rain tonight? Simple: my little sissy is gone. She's never spent a night away from home before. She's only still just a baby in my eyes, but I suppose she's bigger than I think she is.

We went for bike rides, up until recently when some ass hole stole my bike. That ruined a lot of fun. Hope the fucker is happy. So I tried to compensate by going on a roller blade / bike ride, moi on the blades. That was interesting. I'm getting too old for that :P She sits on my lap sometimes and we giggle, or slap each other, or just sit and watch the tv. But I feel bad because most of the time I just push her away.

I've always got something else to do. It's always homework, or relaxing time in between school and essays, or a shower... but... I suppose since she's away tonight it's harder. Usually she's running wildly around the house avoiding pj's at this time, but not tonight.

Tonight it's raining.

I hope that baby's okay in the barn. I hope my sleeping bag is enough. I hope she doesn't get lost in it. (it's my sleeping bag after all. a little big for her.)I hope she's having fun. I hope she's not cold, or hungry, or sad. I wish I could be there, just to tuck the little buddy in, or give her her chocolate milky before bed. Maybe even read her a story... I never have time for that.

I remember spending the nights different places when I was little. Not as little as her, but still. I was fine during the day! It was wonderful! Just running around, playing, having a good time! But then it was bed time. It was fine, but just as it started to get dark, and everyone got quiet, the thoughts would hit. That's when I'd miss home.

Sometimes I could swear I can feel her. I've been fine all day today, but just now... about an hour ago, which is bed time for her I assume... I started getting this feeling. Now for the past 45 minutes I've felt like I'm going to cry.

I miss her. Secretly I want to just go and pick her up. Find her, and grab her, sleeping bag and all, chuck her in the car, and go get ice cream and stay up late watching a barbie movie with her. But I can't. So all I hope is that she doesn't miss us. That she doesn't miss me as much as I miss her, and that she doesn't feel sad like the rest of us do because our baby is gone.

My mom thinks that no one else knows what she's feeling. She thinks that we all are used to being away from her, but she's never spent a night away from mama before, so it has to be harder. Now, I'm not denying that it is harder for my mom... you know, maternal bond and all... but I do feel it. I hurt too. Right up over my heart, because my baby is out there with none of her family, and she can't even use the phone yet. I hope she's okay. I hope she's okay.

I'm not religious at all, but please, if there is any "protective force" out there, please... keep my baby safe. I hope she's having a wonderful time.