Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms...

The skull that makes me smile in Frames familiarity makes is appearance in this gorgeous black and white   Swell Season music video for "In These Arms." Glen Hansard's voice fills me up with this blinding feeling of indescribable emotion. It's like there's this knot of excited pleasure within my stomach that only ever gets tighter, causing my entire body to tense while a sigh is lulled up through my chest. There are no words to describe it.



I cannot wait to see them live again and at a venue that is General Admission. I cannot stand to be seated far from the stage, especially when I see musicians such as these. I need to be in the front, awkwardly avoiding eye contact and hating myself for that missed opportunity to tell Hansard just how much I adore his words.

Banksy, Shepard, Invader...

So, instead of posting about my Comic Con day yesterday (which I had all typed up and ready to post last night when my computer died on me due to a current virus) I will finally post about the street artists in San Diego. If you happen to live here, it is nearly impossible not to notice that amazing art has happened all over the place. It is due to the fact that an exhibit opened at The Museum of Contemporary Art called Viva La Revolucion: A Dialogue with the Urban Landscape. The exhibit features 20 contemporary artists from 10 different countries, all artists who work with city landscapes. Artists included are Bansky, Shepard Fairey, Dr. Lakra, Invader, Vhils, et cetera. While half of the exhibit is inside the museum, the other half is spread out across San Diego adorning choice walls. Nine of the artists (Shepard Fairey, Invader, Barry McGee, JR, Dr. Lankra, Swoon, Os Gemeos, Stephan Doitschinoff, and Vhils) came to make art on San Diego buildings, causing many to go on street art treasure hunts with cameras.

My friend and I went to the opening night of the exhibit and it ended up being one of the best nights of my life. The reason for this: Shepard Fairey. He was there, acting as DJ for half the night while generally just being amazing. My friend and I acted like complete idiots upon meeting him but it is definitely a photograph that I am printing out and pinning up next to the time I met Billy Bragg. I don't often care if I meet a famous person but people like that? I care.

That night was interesting in a lot of ways actually but those stories have nothing to do with art.

Shepard Fairey

I'll Be Your Man

I woke up this morning with "I'll Be Your Man" stuck in my head and I had a feeling last night that it was going to happen. The reason is because a certain bartender continued to sing it, lodging it in my brain. Not a bad thing, of course, because the song is fantastic. It's just amusing how predictable my unconscious state is at times. There were so many songs that could have made their way in there while sleeping (the bar that I am at every week just so happens to be a karaoke bar) but the song that gets in there isn't one sung with a microphone, it's just sung behind the bar. Now, whether or not the song is to blame or the man singing it while making eye contact, who knows and I suppose it doesn't matter. Enjoy the fantastic Black Keys song, which you'll recognize if you watch Hung. I hope that it makes it's way into your dreams.



And real quick. Memo to Christopher Nolan: Thank you for writing intelligent films that make me smile. Let's snuggle. I smell incredibly nice.

I have now seen Inception twice and plan on at least once more. New things to look for every time. I have my theories and I can't wait for the director's commentary and the "making of" those amazingly well choreographed fight scenes that Joseph Gordon-Levitt did (sans stunt double I hear) on the DVD.

On a side note. I love how my childhood crushes (the ones who were actually around my age and not years older like Rik Mayall, Johnny Depp, Gary Oldman, or John Cleese) are now incredibly foxy. Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Ben Foster, Jason Segel...

Salvador Dali Is My Leading Man