so hi. it’s been awhile.
i guess when things are really happening in your life, like really REALLY happening - you don’t have as much time to document/upload/tweet/update your status/inhale/exhale.
according to Sue Miller, Pisces is supposedly the celestial favorite of 2010. i’ve decided that my motto for this year will be: GO FISH.
“a punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate. will nature make a man of me yet?” — the smiths
via: Pitchfork
Last year, The Knife recorded a soundtrack to an experimental opera based on Charles Darwin’s On the Origin of Species called Tomorrow, In A Year. (Berlin dance-rock act Mt. Simes and chamber experimentalist Planningtorock also collaborated on the music.) The stage performance premiered in September and, based on a seven-minute trailer, it’s about as fucked up and amazing-looking (and -sounding) as one would expect from an avant-opera featuring music from the Knife. And now a studio version of the soundtrack is on the way, courtesy of Mute in downloadable form February 2 and in physical form March 9 in the U.S. (March 1 internationally).
The 11-minute epic “Colouring of Pigeons” is currently streaming at the Knife’s website and it just might rupture your brainspace. (You can download it in exchange for your e-mail address, too.) Nobody on earth (or elsewhere) is making music like this.
Speaking about the soundtrack in a press release, the Knife’s Olof Dreijer had this to say: “At first it was very difficult as we really didn’t know anything about opera. We’d never been to one. I didn’t even know what the word libretto meant. But after some studying, and just getting used to opera’s essence of pretentious and dramatic gestures, I found that there is a lot to learn and play with. In fact, our ignorance gave us a positive respectless approach to making opera. It took me about a year to become emotionally moved by an opera singer and now I really do. I really like the basic theatrical values of opera and the easy way it brings forward a narrative. We’ve approached this before in the Knife but never in such a clear way.”
Live performances of Tomorrow, In a Year are still ongoing, with 2010 dates lined up in Greece, Sweden, and Budapest.
Tracklist for the soundtrack is below:
Tomorrow, In a Year:
CD 1:
01 Intro
02 Epochs
03 Geology
04 Upheaved
05 Minerals
06 Ebb Tide Explorer
07 Variation of Birds
08 Letter to Henslow
09 Schoal Swarm Orchestra
CD 2:
01 Annie’s Box
02 Tumult
03 Colouring of Pigeons
04 Seeds
05 Tomorrow in a Year
06 The Height of Summer
07 Annie’s Box (alternate vocal) (bonus track)
Posted by Ryan Dombal on January 6, 2010 at 9:50 a.m.
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i am desperate to see this live and promise to offer commentary if i do.. if my brain isn’t mutilated afterwards +
“you know that place between sleep and awake? that place where you still remember dreaming? that’s where i’ll always love you, Peter Pan. that’s where i’ll be waiting.” — tinkerbell, Hook
“although it’s been said, many times, many ways.. Merry Christmas to you.”
in the past 10 years, a lot of really special people have come in and out of my life. i can say with absolute candor that i am immensely blessed with the best of friends and family. these people are the ones that truly make me feel rich. i plan on one day singing each and every one of their praises. but today, i want to take a moment to thank the men who helped me become a woman. or, maybe i should say gave me a nudge in the right direction ;)
BG
thank you for stretching my heart and teaching me how to love someone as more than just a friend. i mean, you essentially taught me how to be a girlfriend. and you made me feel like a prize. that was the first time i really felt valuable to someone the way i feel valuable to my family.
JL
thank you for introducing me to the sheer exhilaration of romance. you showed me what it’s like to live in a real whirlwind fairytale, to listen for that song on the radio, to say ‘i love you’ and really, really fucking mean it.
SE
how can i put this best? i was glitter and you were granola. we just weren’t the right match. but only after dating you, did i realize that relationships can’t be forced. that i shouldn’t have to be shy or apologetic about the things that i want. it was a hard lesson to learn, but i thank you because i think both of us grew from that experience and got more clear about ourselves and what we wanted from the other person.
TS
you helped me realize that chivalry is not dead. that there are true gentlemen still out there. men who are honorable, men who love unconditionally, men who want a true partner. you showed me that a relationship, at its greatest potential, can be a fortress and an unstoppable, incredible force. for that i thank you.
DW
we met, we kissed, and you fell for me in a carnal, 1+1=2 kind of way. you saw in me what you wanted to see, and i in turn played that part for you. because i cherished your affection as you did mine. god this is such a cliche, but i realized that loving someone is not the same as being in love with someone. i can honestly say, though, that our love for each other was pure and unadulterated. thank you for helping me remember how to love the way people do before they grow up and get hurt and jaded.
GA
we were never officially “together,” but there was definitely something between us. i still wonder what might have been if it weren’t for the distance. would everything have played out the way it seemed it would? i guess we might never know, but i still smile when i think about your staggering thoughtfulness, the mental notes i could feel you take during each phone conversation. thank you for restoring in me the faith that there are, at best, still hopeless romantics out there and, at worst, some really exceptional guys.
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2010 is around the corner. and really, not to glamourize it or say some kind of sweeping sappy statement, but i truly feel like i am embarking on a new journey of sorts. after an entire decade of love and loss (and not necessarily in a negative way), i feel poised and ready to do great things this next year. through love and with love. and maybe i’ll fall in love too. who knows.
what can i say, i’m a believer +
“i’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” — galileo galilei