on monday i found myself walking down Robson street in Vancouver after leaving a rooftop patio where i was celebrating a friends birthday.
as i walked “Banquet” by Bloc Party came streaming though my headphones.
my feet bounced to the beat and soon i was at the corner of Burrard/Robson where HMV used to be.
now stands a giant Victoria Secret billboard advertising the coming attractions.
i had a flash to 2005 when i first moved to Vancouver and was sleeping on a partially inflated air mattress in a shared studio apartment in the West End.
almost to the week – eight years ago – i remember cobbling together what little cash i had in my bank account (i was jobless at the time) and walking down the hill to HMV and buying Silent Alarm.
i came home and put it in my disc man, which was broken and held together by elastic.
i was hooked before the end of the first minute on the first track. before Kele sings, “It’s so cold in this house…” i knew this record would change my life. and it did.
this album also holds special meaning for me as it was one i discovered on my own.
i realize that sounds silly, but lately i’ve been trying to think back to a time where my life wasn’t involved with romantic entanglements. when it was just me and i did things for myself. discovered things on my own and gave no fucks. i always go back to this summer and this album when i think of a ‘carefree’ time. i realize part of this is nostalgia, but part is not.
i never used to let other people’s drama become my own. i want that part of myself back.
i hope it’s still there.
the whole thing really is removed when you’re twenty two.
I’ve been composing posts in my head all week.
So much is weighing on me these days but I find myself paralyzed to write anything down.
In (un)related news, The National sad bastard music has turned to upbeat for me.
I woke up this morning and couldn’t really swallow.
I knew it was the start of strep throat. Everything felt swollen and I had no other cold symtoms besides a fever. Also my ear was sore, but that’s normal.
I called in sick and then passed out again in my bed until about 3pm.
While lying in bed I scrolled through some music news and found out that The National had done a BBC 6 music interview and played some new songs.
I turned up the volume on my phone and set it next to my pillow and closed my eyes and let the music wash over me.
Honestly, (good) music heals. Especially when it’s your favourite band.
I conjured up the energy to go to the clinic where I found out I have a double ear infection and strep. Got my Amoxicillin, picked up soup and popsicles and went back to my bed, fired up my media player and put all three new tracks on repeat.
I will admit, this winter was rough on me and I think part of the reason why is because I stopped listening to music.
Remind me never to do that again, eh?
I am not my rosey self, left the roses on the shelf. Take the white ones they’re my favourite…
Here in Vancouver we’ve seen the sun for nearly a week straight.
After 4 long months without it everyone is rejoicing and basking in its warmth. I hope the rest of the country starts to see a weather shift soon. The parentals are leaving Palm Springs this week and probably going home to snow. Yuck.
Here’s a shot from my recent trip to Seattle. We shot on film, and I’m still awaiting some of the scans. This is an edit I did, the original photo was taken on a Fuji 210 Instax. I’m learning to like that camera a little more with each use.
You were right.
Those that said I’d be back.
Those that said I’d miss the words and the connections made here.
I bow down to you.
Although I’ve been singing the praises of Tumblr for well over a year now, I must admit, it’s just not doing it for me anymore. The few friendships I’ve managed to cultivate through that site (with the exception of one), have managed to crash and burn and I’ve found it to be an even more transient place then the blogsphere.
I’ve been pondering why that is.
I think it has to do with the narrow subject matter of my Tumblr, and how I’m not always writing about everything in my life, which is what I’ve been doing here since 2005. At first it was freeing, having an space where people really didn’t know me. It met the anonymity I had been craving. Yet, as time passed, I started to miss the interactions of this space. I’ve always said a blog comes alive in the comment section. That’s how I’ve gotten to know so many of you.
Now I know there are so few of you left, the comments almost as sparse as my posts, so what will come of this space now? I’m not sure. But I’m still intrigued to find out.
For right now, I’m getting ready for a weekend trip to Seattle. Partaking in good friends, good food and of course, good music. Look for an update on Monday.
it’s hard to be here at times.
i find her in every space, even through the physicality of this place has been completely gutted. standing in certain places in the house, thinking i’m going to see her around the corner. smoking her Virginia Slims and drinking her diet pepsi while sorting through the mail.
yesterday, i was searching for a pair of scissors and uncovered two Polaroid cameras, and a few boxes of film. i couldn’t help but smile. before we’d leave after every visit we’d have to pose for a Polaroid. i wonder whatever happened to those.
i’m sure they are somewhere. perhaps next to the crinolines.
self portrait: Pasadena, march 1, 2012
i walked to aloulette lake today. i hadn’t been since last march. we drove and you helped me film my little art project. i remember after we went for diner food and split a milkshake. all summer i think i avoided going because the drive and hike reminded me of you.
then today in the stillness of the crisp winter air the silence didn’t seem as loud. i heard children laughing on the beach collecting rocks. my ipod played this song and i let myself grieve fully for the first time.
my warm tear stung cold cheeks.
but it’s all right. i’m all right.