'Speak according to the madness that has seduced you.'
- Andre Breton
The words will come out right, don't think too much. Let them take the wheel, take you for a ride, rip the backspace off your keyboard and ride shotgun for a while. Words need to take a page out of music's book. The keyboards in the land of music preceded that of the computers version so maybe that's how we're supposed to use them. Type like you are composing a song, words should sing, they should cry out, they should echo and reverberate in the skull of another, you want to leave a door open at the back of their mind to that Other World. If they don't do all of that, there is no use for them.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
'Human, All Too Human'
- Nietzsche
The wind moves you, sea maidens sing their somber note over a blameless horizon that you too would melt into if you were the sun setting. But oh! to be human, to have paradise lost and found. To know the sensory realm, to hear and cry and feel too much, to taste and fuck and love. To know the pain of too much pleasure.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Photos by Freya
It's like a cacophony of rainbows! was what my best friend waled into my ear the first time we saw them live. RedBerryPlum's live performance is an optical and meteorological phenomenon, the physical incarnation of a multicolored volcano erupting on stage and dripping its warm joyful lava into the arms of each audience member. The sweet harmony's will make you want to rip your heart off of your sleeve and thrust it into the air in the name of pure, unadulterated good times. It is bright pop folk, it is summer times, it is seven angel-headed hipsters exuding every inch of passion and creativity they have cursing through their little rainbow colored veins. In the apt words of poet William Blake, it is heaven in a wild flower.
“Every once in a while, but not often, you can sit down and write a thing that you know is going to stand people’s hair on end for the rest of their lives- a perfect memory of some kind, like a vision, and you can see the words rolling out of your fingers and bouncing around for a while like wild little jewels before they finally roll into place & line up just exactly like you wanted them to…” - Hunter.S.Thompson