"It's only a matter of when"

Hey Alan!

"Me I'm not a gamble; you can count on me to split"

My step-brother Clay Leverett toured with Bright Eyes in Fall 2007. Beth and I were able to see him and the band in Birmingham, Alabama. It was quite a show.

Here's a really great performance featuring Gillian Welch and David Rawlins. I unfortunately caught it a few verses in, but I still like it. The lyrics are posted after the video.






I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they’ll be gone.

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.

And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.

You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.

I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.

And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
What’s so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated
What’s so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight

"The Fantastic Mr. Fox" Trailer

Maks 2009

Maks is an airshow and exhibition held once every two years in Moscow. It is held over a week with a few days open to businesses and the weekend open to everyone. Beth and I were able to go this year and it was definitely a highlight.

Inception Trailer

I don't know about you, but I'm intrigued.

Our Russian Weekend

Newfound band: Movits!

Someone introduced me to this band just yesterday. I think I'm hooked!



Movits! - Fel Del Av Gården

Bon Iver - "Flume"

One of my favorite artists of last year. Fantastic stuff.





I am my mother's only one
It's enough

I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns
Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

Back and Faking My Own Death

Just got back from an incredible week at the English Camp.   I'm hastily working on a video of the week.

But in coming back I found this new Jon Foreman song I was pretty impressed with:




You were talking late last night
What would you live like if you had died
And been reborn with a second chance to live
Would you loose your fear of being dead
And be afraid of something else instead?
Maybe you'd be more concerned with living the life you lead

- Chorus -
You can fake your own death
And live the life you've always been afraid of living
Fake your own death
And come alive
Fake your own death
And live the life you've always been afraid of living
Fake your own death
And instead of dying start to live your life

I don't need no fancy flowers
I don't need a big production
When I die
Paddle my ashes out to sea
I don't want to lose you honey
But every story has an ending
When I die
I know that your love's gonna follow me

- Chorus -
You can fake your own death
And live the life you've always been afraid of living
Fake your own death
And come alive
Fake your own death
And live the life you've always been afraid of living
Fake your own death
And instead of dying start to live your life
Yeah

Are We In Control of Our Own Decisions? Our Cognitive Limitations

This is a very interesting video on how our decisions can be inherently affected by the choices we are presented.

I'm 24 today.

Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago

Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong

See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now

And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true

I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me

I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.

No Direction, Period

This video was shown to me recently from some good friends, and it is hysterical.