Name: Ianthe M. Belisle Dempsey
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Been there
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
check these sweet tunes.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
[it's good to know that people grow up with me.]
There's something strangely comforting about Steve Burns' transition from Blue's Clues host to indie rock star. When I was young, I loved Blue's Clues, and Steve's charming disposition and comfortably repetitive wardrobe kept me one happy kid.
I grew out of Blue's Clues (well, that's not entirely true, but I'd like to be able to tell people it is) and into adolescence and my teens, away from sing-a-longs and towards music I related to and enjoyed now that I was older.
And there was Steve, having followed me on this journey. Or perhaps led me. Either way, we'd only diverged for a little bit before we reconvened at Songs For Dustmites.
I grew out of Blue's Clues (well, that's not entirely true, but I'd like to be able to tell people it is) and into adolescence and my teens, away from sing-a-longs and towards music I related to and enjoyed now that I was older.
And there was Steve, having followed me on this journey. Or perhaps led me. Either way, we'd only diverged for a little bit before we reconvened at Songs For Dustmites.
Songs For Dustmites is Steve Burns' debut album. It's space rock à la The Flaming Lips, infused with the ingenuous innocence of Jack Johnson, sprinkled with They Might Be Giants and neatly packaged together in a record clearly intended for grown-ups with a kiss from Joe Frank.
Although Steve has left behind the green striped shirt, a couple of listens to Songs For Dustmites seems to reveal that neither of us have completely abandoned a good sing-a-long.
Though, I did feel a little bit guilty when I saw a picture of him licking his lips seductively. That just felt... dirty.
www.steveswebpage.com
Although Steve has left behind the green striped shirt, a couple of listens to Songs For Dustmites seems to reveal that neither of us have completely abandoned a good sing-a-long.
Though, I did feel a little bit guilty when I saw a picture of him licking his lips seductively. That just felt... dirty.
www.steveswebpage.com
Labels: childhood, indie, music
Ianthe. posted at 3:10 AM