“A stone apple in eden” is my song about a man who owns a shop named eden. It is about intimacy’s ultimate boundary, touching without touching, and untouchability.
Anne Carson writes, “Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too, the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.”
Performed, written, and produced by me. Apple bitten by me. Stone apple by @haneu.haneu . Find this song anywhere you can stream music.
Here’s what they let me take home from @iandrummondvintage ahead of their booth at the @torontovintageshow next week. I looked through all their racks and I would have liked to take more if my arms could carry them. That’s why I go to the gym. To shop. You better get here before I bench a new PR and make off with another rack of clothes. I’m already adding plates to the bar so time is ticking. Just saying.
The show runs Sat Mar 28 9-6 & Sun Mar 29 10-5 @ the Queen Elizabeth Building @explaceto . Admission is $17 and it’s an accessible venueeeeeee so come one come all
#torontovintage #torontovintageshow
‘Winter, a blueness’ is a song about observing a love changed by the climate changing you. I performed it numerous times live and sat on it for three years thinking I was gonna tweak it but we must make like tropical fruit and let that #mango
Brian Eno once said, “Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.”
Winter’s here
Later every year
Snowflakes don’t wanna stick around
To me you were the summertime
Didn’t want you to stick around
You blush like the ocean
Wild with a blueness
And if loving has no colour
How have you stained me so?
Schmidt Wallets in @nymag@thestrategist last month thank you for the lovely surprise @being_on_line 📬
It’s not easy to beat the elegance of a rubber band but the trying and failing makes work move. Grateful to everyone who’s purchased one, or six.
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