tylerknott:

I’ve seen the sun fall
behind mountains stacked high
I’ve seen it dip low
where no hills block the sky. 
I’ve seen all the colors
paint forests and fields of corn
I’ve traveled so far
my new boots are now worn.  (at Oak Terrace Resort)

tylerknott:

I’ve seen the sun fall
behind mountains stacked high
I’ve seen it dip low
where no hills block the sky.
I’ve seen all the colors
paint forests and fields of corn
I’ve traveled so far
my new boots are now worn. (at Oak Terrace Resort)

"What you learn, listening to this “director’s cut” sampler from a long career, is that there have always been conversations bubbling inside of Simon’s tunes, and those conversations take many forms—these songs contain confessions and laments and moments of reckoning, questions for the cosmos and idealistic mission statements, travel narratives and love poems, inventories of a society in precipitous decline and exuberant affirmations of family. The dialogs move briskly, shifting “voice” and perspective from one verse to the next; what begins as a chronicle of a road trip can, in a single stanza, transform into a philosophical inquiry of what it means to seek. And there are usually multiple conversations happening at once, on different levels—between past and present, between character and narrator, between illusion and reality, between the words and the music."

— Tom Moon, the liner notes to Paul Simon’s Songwriter

"Fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gifts of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over."

— Neil Gaiman- Fahrenheit 451 Introduction (via dortheaisles)

(via dominicmatthew)

A classic maintains its value over time. This one, truer for me now than ever.

Sting — “Be Still My Beating Heart”

Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
It’s not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget

Be still my beating heart
Or I’ll be taken for a fool
It’s not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face

I’ve been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so

I sink like a stone that’s been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart



Never to be wrong
Never to make promises that break
It’s like singing in the wind
Or writing on the surface of a lake

And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land
Struggle to avoid any help at hand

I sink like a stone that’s been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

(Source: Spotify)

thisismag:

Huxtable Logic 101

thisismag:

Huxtable Logic 101

(Source: thenormalcollegelife, via lunar--moth)

"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."

Jack KerouacOn the Road (via feellng)

I used to love this quote when I was younger. Now, I’m almost 30 and a person like this sounds overwhelming. Like, I’m gonna need you to calm down. Want things. Be passionate. But calm down and watch Golden Girls with me now and then.

If you can’t find the fire in little, everyday things, you’re going to be very unhappy and, ultimately, a bore. I want the person who makes going to Costco feel like slaying dragons, not the person who keeps complaining about the lack of dragons.

Balance is everything.

(via modernhuge)

(via modernhuge)

Tags: art

I listened to Storyman’s album on the way to their show & actually considered turning around. The recordings are much more “produced” than what I’d heard of Guggenheim Grotto, their previous incarnation. On stage, though, they were brilliantly balanced and mostly natural, bringing out the core of their substantial musical talent and passion. I’m very, very glad I kept moving forward.

After the show, I got to eavesdrop on bits of explanation of their new name and then had a fairly deep discussion with Kevin about art and the journey and process. I don’t think I would have said that I preferred their stage sound to the recording, but when he said it himself I was quick to lend my support, qualifying it with a FWIW.

It seems the best musicians never stop evolving or thinking about the next mutation. And it’s obvious at first glance, from Mick’s pained expressions to the music stretching out through Kevin’s fingers and toes, that these two men are consumed by the music, cocooned by it as they work toward their next transformation.

"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible."

— Voltaire (via liberatingreality)

Imagine if all the snowflakes worked together and decided not to be an avalanche—pulling each other back up, giving each other boosts…

(via dominicmatthew)

Solitude is either coming back into fashion or I’m growing less aware of the side glances directed my way when I venture out alone.

All I desire now is numbness.

"It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly."

"No path is darker than when your eyes are shut."

- Clichéd but wise words from the creepy Witch of the Wilds

"Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. Her life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, she would never have been able to find these words."

— Rainer Maria Rilke (via itsquoted)

(via kokosnootjes)