We Look But Don’t Always See
Life has been moving in fast-forward lately. But with my son’s Spring break we’ll be taking a little time to slow down and relax. And hey, maybe even smell some flowers.
Here Comes That Cold Sunrise
Spring is here, technically. And we’ve even experienced some Spring-like weather recently. But today has been a rainy Monday chock full of gloom and doom. To snap out of my funk I am going to look ahead, to the many music festivals and other adventures that are on their way. Particularly All Tomorrow’s Parties in New York.
Love Comes In Spurts
Spring is approaching. The sunlight is growing stronger and warmer and our world is thawing. The warmup brings relief and giddiness and anticipation of more good things to come. Regularly relaxing on the front porch. Playing outside with my son. Road trips to the aforementioned pizza farm. The painting of a giant ram/mural on the side of my house. The slightly early but healthy arrival of a good friend’s newborn yesterday. And? The wedding in May of two other people I love dearly, pictured below. It’s coming up roses. Well, maybe not just yet, but tulips for sure.
Atomix Coffee Shop and The Garfield Park Conservatory
My son’s Spring Break is right around the corner. Last year it was a big production, adventuring throughout the Pacific Northwest. That’s not in the cards this go around but a more modest trip is in the works. Mainly to Madison, WI but possibly further afield. I used to get to Chicago far more often. I need more of the Ukrainian Village in my life. This deficiency shall be remedied. Hopefully soon.
Victory Over the Sun
This winter just keeps on keeping on. It was -3°F when we left the house this morning. And my son has been marking the days off on his calendar and essentially asking “are we there yet?” on a regular basis. No son, not just yet. But soon. Very soon.
Goo Goo Night
Attempting to tap into a little inspiration, or maybe some inner peace, after an exceptionally brutal day. It isn’t always easy. But listening to Beijing’s Ourself Beside Me is helping a bit. Even the cover of their album makes me smile.
Fun In A Muddy Field
Last Sunday I went on a little field trip with my friends’ band, The Chambermaids, to a place I hadn’t heard of before. The Franconia Sculpture Park just outside of the Twin Cities. I’m pretty pleased with the results.
Bonus: Some more photos, from their show at Eclipse Records last Friday night.
Spinning Closer to the Sun
Ah, daylight savings. Time to spring ahead to “exploit sunlight after working hours.” Too bad the initial shift wreaks havoc with my son’s sleep schedule. But there will be much to look forward to. Like further pizza farm adventures in Stockholm, WI.
My Sweet Tooth
I have another busy weekend ahead of me but there will be time for cupcakes. Because there must be! Tonight the lovely Daley will be providing some at Eclipse Records, for the TEVS 4 Release Show with The Blind Shake, The Chambermaids and Seawhores. And I am mightily tempted by the prospect of Sheela’s blackberry lime numbers tomorrow, at Mitrebox in the Warehouse District of Minneapolis.
No One Should Call You A Dreamer
The soundtrack to my week has been a strange combo of Animal Collective’s Merriweather Post Pavilion, old gems from The Psychedelic Furs, and new music from The Oscillation. But I also got out to a show last night, to check out some live music and be among friends. The Chambermaids / Kid Dakota / Retribution Gospel Choir at the Triple Rock Social Club. Today I am a little sleep-deprived but totally content.
