young artists


A silly, early ’90s video from a fun band. I used to play music with Sheila (the violin player) on the porch of her house in Little Five Points, in the ATL. There may have been some kind of curry and tofu, too. I can’t remember.

Meanwhile, 15 years later and a 2-hour drive away from that life, Sparkletonian young artist Arielle writes,

Rachel and I sat out on our stoop and we laughed about the people we had just met, looking out onto Main Street and I realized this was exactly what I had wanted to do, exactly what I had wanted from Spartanburg– to sit outside at night with a friend and a drink and laugh, and look at the people left on the street and entertain the idea that they all had something to offer, and that we would somehow meet them all.

Laughter, Joy, and Loneliness… Love and Hope and Sex and Dreams…

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my body is a cage

What if I didn’t tell people the worst things about myself in the first five minutes of meeting? Just a thought.

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jesus is my prozac

I’m very late in blogging that the irrepressible Chuck Tryon came to visit last weekend. BBQ was eaten, films were watched, bands were seen, and a good time was had by all.

“Could Be Anything,” by The Eames Era

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let down

by Radiohead

I’ve always thought of this as a song about disappointment, so it’s appropriate that the copy available on YouTube is plagued with static and silence towards the end.

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chinese apple

“Am I waiting for the uncovering of simple paths between the branches?”

by Loose Fur

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