Showing posts with label rammstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rammstein. Show all posts
Dec 19, 2012
Sep 10, 2012
the joys of the sullen...
at 4 o'clock in the afternoon on september 3rd i was sitting on an aluminum chair on the High Line in the meatpacking district listening to a man play Bach on a mournful cello. a slight smattering of rain. so romantic and it was my birthday. i was thankful for my mirrored aviator sunglasses. tears rolled in a slow, straight line from my eyes. it was such a moment of simple beauty and generosity. i sat there for close to an hour and just listened. it felt perfect and important to relish the notes that bled with such intense sadness from the strings of the cello.
i usually ignore my birthday and let it roll by without any real acknowledgement whatsoever but this year i made a point of doing things differently. so much has changed in the last few years, and especially during the last several months, that it was important to me to actually physically take note of the passage of time and to celebrate the fact that i am alive and kicking, not beaten, not degraded, not broken. this year i feel alive.
when the man stopped playing i gave him the few bucks i had in my pocket, thanked him for his amazing playing, and walked away in the rain listening to Ohne Dich on my headphones. i headed toward the Lower East Side and stopped at a blue mail box on the street somewhere along the way. i filled out two postcards, both relaying the same tale of my immediate moment of listening to music in the rain in New York, put stamps on them and dropped them in the box. one was to one of my best friends ever and the other was to myself. it arrived here in oakland 2 days after i returned. it is tucked in to the corner of the armoire mirror.
i took this picture right before walking up the steps to the High Line.
and this is the song i walked away listening to.
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i usually ignore my birthday and let it roll by without any real acknowledgement whatsoever but this year i made a point of doing things differently. so much has changed in the last few years, and especially during the last several months, that it was important to me to actually physically take note of the passage of time and to celebrate the fact that i am alive and kicking, not beaten, not degraded, not broken. this year i feel alive.
when the man stopped playing i gave him the few bucks i had in my pocket, thanked him for his amazing playing, and walked away in the rain listening to Ohne Dich on my headphones. i headed toward the Lower East Side and stopped at a blue mail box on the street somewhere along the way. i filled out two postcards, both relaying the same tale of my immediate moment of listening to music in the rain in New York, put stamps on them and dropped them in the box. one was to one of my best friends ever and the other was to myself. it arrived here in oakland 2 days after i returned. it is tucked in to the corner of the armoire mirror.
i took this picture right before walking up the steps to the High Line.
and this is the song i walked away listening to.
.
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from germany with love...
not entirely out of nowhere, but nevertheless sudden and unexpected, i've been seized by anything and everything GERMAN for the last 48 hours of my life... i mean, to the point of not really getting things done. that is how hard and hot and huge my fascination has been. it has me running back and forth between Anselm Kiefer paintings and Rammstein videos, from weird Nina Hagen operas to the poems of Paul Celan. i've even been listening to Falco (i miss you) even though he's Viennese, not German, but sang in German so i've allowed him in to my hot-tub too. and this fever shows no signs of breaking any time soon. i must learn this language so i can stop emailing the one person i know who speaks german, asking him for translations of songs and what not. i must get to Berlin and drink beer and chain-smoke and eat whatever the hell is put in front of me.
this is my favorite painting by mr. kiefer and i was lucky enough to see it in person at his retrospective at SFMOMA a couple years ago. there's just something about the led window drilled on top of this painting that holds me- a little grid that tries to establish order over chaos. and of course, touring through his massive, building-sized paintings and books, i had all sorts of inappropriate thoughts about a man who lists "semen" as one of his painting materials.
and a word of warning about this video- very artistic, but equally disturbing. written about a gruesome act of cannibalism/murder, "Mien Tiel" means "my part" and deals with the completely horrific fulfillment of Armin Meiwes personal ad.
brutal, fascinating, fearless, and completely compelling... i need to see Germany. i need to smell it and wander in its forests.
this is my favorite painting by mr. kiefer and i was lucky enough to see it in person at his retrospective at SFMOMA a couple years ago. there's just something about the led window drilled on top of this painting that holds me- a little grid that tries to establish order over chaos. and of course, touring through his massive, building-sized paintings and books, i had all sorts of inappropriate thoughts about a man who lists "semen" as one of his painting materials.
and a word of warning about this video- very artistic, but equally disturbing. written about a gruesome act of cannibalism/murder, "Mien Tiel" means "my part" and deals with the completely horrific fulfillment of Armin Meiwes personal ad.
brutal, fascinating, fearless, and completely compelling... i need to see Germany. i need to smell it and wander in its forests.
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