You might find your small soul

The thrill here is quicker than you’d think
The way some jet-lagged bar kept pouring the wine
From over their heads then sit back down again
Four times is once too much for luck
And that’s how many times the clock struck
I wandered home, saying your name

The arches here were built ’cause they don’t fall
The cathedrals to make you feel small
You might find your small soul
But leave the preaching to the president
The crowd cheers, his eyes get wet
I’m full as it is, I’m full as it is
So don’t feed me more

You’ll be having my head, big as a birthday
‘Cause I left all my doubts on the airplane
I didn’t know, I didn’t know I’m not in control
I didn’t know, I’m not invincible

And maybe some things are better left unsaid
But if you wanted to test that, out well, yeah, I guess, you could’ve said
But there were nights in bars that I recall
Your breath was courage laced with alcohol
You leaned in, and said,
“Make music with the chatter in here,
And whisper all the notes in my ears.”
I didn’t know, I didn’t know the weight of my tongue
I didn’t know, I didn’t know what I’d done

The lights here are softer than you’d think
The dim lit peacocks in the trees,
They’re hiding their eyes and their beauty, like me
But if my eyes were on my back
I know what I’d be looking at
Through every shade of browns and greens
I didn’t know, I didn’t know it was nothing new
I didn’t know, I didn’t know it was you


Bizarre Celebrations: Happy New Year

a Happy New Year’s Eve deserves a happy song, imo

Let’s have bizarre celebrations…

Let’s forget who, forget what, forget where.
We’ll have bizarre celebrations…
I’ll play the Satyr in Cyprus, you the bride being stripped bare.

Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

Let’s have bizarre celebrations … let’s forget when, forget what, forget how.
We’ll have bizarre celebrations … we’ll play Tristan and Iseult, but make sure I see white sails.

Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

Maybe I’ll never die, I’ll just keep growing younger with you, and you’ll grow younger, too.
Now it seems too lovely to be true, but I know the best things always do.

Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.


Waiting Room

I filmed this in 2001, at one of Fugazi’s free concerts held in a park in Washington DC. I was with my BFF and we were delightfully well-rocked by the end of it all. I don’t remember for certain which park it was in, but I believe it was Glover Archbold Park because I remember being near Georgetown and American University and leaving town via the GW Parkway after being bumper to bumper for A BILLION HOURS.


the Naked and Famous Knock Out ya Gold Fronts

Last week’s episode of True Blood closed with a brilliant piece of music from a New Zealand fivesome The Naked and Famous.

For some context on what I suspect is an intentional fistbump by the founders, on Tricky’s record Pre-Millennium Tension the song “Tricky Kid” ((interestingly written by Tricky and Lionel Ritchie with a member of Commodores, Ronald LaPread)) has a section where Tricky recites the lyrics to a Presidents of the United States of America song’s chorus:

“Everybody wants to be naked and famous,
Everybody wants to be just like me, I’m naked —

and famous.

That’s all I got, sorry it wasn’t more interesting. I’m hearing a little Radio Head and Postal Service in this song as well; it has a quick tempo and manages to be a little sexy.

In the process of encoding my LaserDiscs of the theatrical releases of the original Star Wars trilogy, I’ve ended up with multiple files for each film. This is because back in my day, there was no BluRay or DVD and a LaserDisc can only accommodate 30-45 minutes each side.

For my co-host and those under the age of 30: Yes, we flipped a movie over periodically to continue watching it. The 1% had their “auto flip” LD players that had a laser that could play both sides without such vulgar measures, but most of us flipped.

In the case of the Holy Trinity, this is really ugly because there are three “sides” for each of the original releases, so you’ll end up with three files that you’ve encoded. Now how to gracefully get them all into one file without using really stupid workarounds?

You’ll need a script (below) and

, which you can build from source or get binaries for at the mencoder download page. Ensure mencoder is in your $PATH, make this script executable, and merge your treasured videos into a single file.