An Interesting Time...

..For all of us.

I have noticed more now then any other time I can remember in my life everybody around me being in a place of transition and the unknown, regardless of generation, income, etc. Almost all the conversations I've been having with friends and family are revolved around being unsure about where they are and what they want and how to forge ahead. I'm right there with you all too. It is such an unfortunate circumstance that money is also a huge part of this situation as it just fucking is and it sucks. While everyone is handling their individual circumstances very differently and all deserve to be doing so I cannot help but seek comfort in the fact that none of us know what the hell is going to happen tomorrow or today or next week and we're all in it together; so do what I can to listen to myself and others and try to put warm and loving energy out there. And I bitch too, which is fine.

But I am proud to say that I am okay with it all, let some shit fall apart, move forward, scale down, humble your self. Rock something out. I'll do whatever I have to, but I will do.

It's always going to be okay. Even when it's not.

Just started reading Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, homegirl can write.

Life's too short to not share these with you:



I'm here for any of you, it's been a fascinating time talking to you all about what's going on....Something in the Universe is exercising some serious demons and we're all in on the ride. Poop on it's head. xoxo Poppy

That Magic Moment

Today I felt kind of weird. I had a lot on my mind and was feeling pretty isolated in my thoughts. I wasn't sad or upset at all, in fact I had a beautiful walk through the park and was pretty damn happy. It was just a solitary day and I was totally fine with that.

Laid in bed, read, wrote, did nothing and then I had to get ready for work. I decided I needed some music to suit my mood and was having a really hard time finding it.

The thing about music is that each and every song is it's own being and is neither really good or bad, but can be perfect for different moments. The art of music is finding the right song for the right time. My strange mood made this journey particularly challenging and I struggled until I decided..........Joy Division. And that was it.

One particular song seemed to become my song that I dedicated my Monday to: No Love Lost.

Here's to Monday, August 25 2009. There will never be another one again and I pay homage to my mood and my day. All the footage is from the movie about Ian Curtis and Joy Division called "Control," which I saw and was alright with.



xoxo Poppy Sunshine

Heroes

An actual 1945 publication copy of the book. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever laid eyes on.

I don't know if any of you remember, but I remember telling many of you that the Road Trip I recently returned from was indeed partially inspired by the book "Travels with Charley" by John Steinbeck (also from when I was reading "Dark Star: The oral biography of Jerry Garcia" and its references to the Merry Pranksters). Anyway, back to the point.

John Steinbeck is my new hero. Sitting in my all time top five authors, he is creeping his way up and possibly sitting at number one right now because I just finished "Cannery Row" and am overwhelmed with his grace in capturing human beauty. I cried twice when reading it and on my way to work finished it on the Subway. On my way home that night I opened it back up and started over from the beginning. That's a rarity for me.

One character in the book I found myself really identifying with (or at least hoping to), though she is only written about for one brief chapter is Mary Talbot. Of her he says this:

"...she seemed never to touch the ground when she walked. When she was excited, and she was excited a good deal of the time, her face was flushed with gold. Her great-great-great-great-great grandmother had been burned a witch."

"In the afternoons when Tom was at work Mary sometimes gave tea parties for the neighborhood cats. She set a footstool with doll cups and saucers. She gathered the cats, and there were plenty of them, and then she held long and detailed conversations with them...it concealed from Mary the fact that the Talbots didn't have any money. They were pretty near absolute bottom most of the time, and when they really scraped, Mary managed to give some kind of party. She could do that. She used her gift as a weapon against the despondency that lurked always around outside the house waiting to get in at Tom."

"Tom said, 'Why don't we face it for once? We're down. We're going under. What's the good kidding ourselves?' 'No we're not', said Mary. 'We're magic people. We always have been.'"

And we are indeed.

This book has a character for everybody too, Doc is super dreamy to me, especially when he actually orders the Beer Milkshake- anybody would fall in love with him at that point. Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about? Why don't you find out.

What's a book that has really effected you (or is it affected, god damn grammar)? Please share!

I Saved Lives

My first ever kind of DJ gig last night went awesome. I felt pretty appreciated for my taste. Although I will say a bunch of dudes running a dive bar took one look at me and didn't expect what I gave them. Guys, I can hang. Just saying.

My favorite transition of the night was this:



to this:

Ummmmm.....I hate it when you can't use the embed option and I am too lazy to try and navigate around the system or explore other options so just click on link and see what I transitioned too, not as cool as I intended the process to be, but still should get the point across.

It was a good time for all, they asked me back!

Kind of Like Riding a Bike

Guess what I did today (other than go to work..)? (Did I use the right than or is it then......fuck)

I went to a CD store. Seriously, it's a skill and I have lost it. I spent my youth in CD stores and it's been sooooo long that when I first went in I had to re-teach myself how to just relax and browse and navigate the groupings and classings.

Then I was in heaven. I went to Other Music in NOHO/East Villageish and they had such an interesting set up for such a small store, a little bit pretentious with the classifications (some sections had hardly any labeling and some were titled "then" or "now" for certain time periods or "in" or "out", which I still don't understand), but still, it was soul satisfying to just hear the sound of flipping through CD's again. Need more of it and intend on making that happen. It was a bummer that I went there for specific things and they didn't have them, but maybe that's my problem.......(No Danzig though?) Maybe not.

I purchased some old stuff that I know well and needed again as well as some new stuff that I need to explore as well as some stuff that I have no idea what the hell it is....and I think I love it all from what I've been hearing. Came home from work, cleaned the city sweat off of me, poured a cold beer in a frozen glass (heaven) and started a private music party.

I bought:

-Grace Jones' new album Hurricane
-Velvet Underground's Warhol album
-B.Boys Ill Communications
-some album called The Sound of Wonder- the first wave of plugged in pop at the pakistani picture house, music from Pakistan movies in the 60's......how could you say no. really.

So, the Pakistani album is amazing and has a lot of songs by this guy, M. Ashraf and I am in love:


Wicked Bass Line.

I'll let you all know how the "DJ" event goes tomorrow. I am just excited that I found out my darling Mai will be there, friend for life recent Seattle to New York transplant. She gets the shout outs from the bottom of my heart.

Is it bad of me that I am mainly concerned about my outfit?

And Our Love It Grows........

The blog must go on.

I am back in New York. I love it here. Riding my bicycle through Brooklyn, my hair sticks to my face, to my back, to my neck, it's hot. It's awesome, I wish I could bring you all with me.

I hope you'll all stick around, I have a lot to share with you and I hope you will share with me too.

Right now I really like this album/band/song. It kind of amazes me all the time when I hear it.



Today is the best day ever. I love your face. All of it. Also please note buttons on dress: Gary Numan and The Guitars. Do yourself a favor and listen.

Also, you can expect to hear some of both on Friday night if you're in NYC as I am lazily being an I-Pod DJ at this place. Come dance with me!

xoxo Poppy poop shoot Sunshine