Made my first sockmonkey last week. his name is Practice. he has very long legs.
i hope to improve both my sewing machine skills and stuffing skills (he is very lumpy, i think i need to stuff them with more fluff).
I love Practice and i'm excited to add more sockMonkeys to the community.
i'm not sure what i will make next but I already feel more confident with the machine and definitely got more comfortable with it throughout the sockmonkey making process. Which is very promising!
a Playlist from last week.
can't remember what day this was or where i was going but i do remember that it was a lit day.
honestly haven't done any hardcore listening to pj harvey but i like her sound a lot. my favourite off white chalk is The mountain.
bought this jazz tiger cd last month at their show supporting twine. i had never listened to them before, but amber invited me since the band care recommended her go. it was a fantastic gig but we were sooo sleepy and very ready to go home.
nathaniel rateliff and the night sweats. found this album at the op shop about a year ago. i listened to a lot of nathaniel rateliff growing up. when my dad used to cook a lot, he'd play a youtube playlist of his
favourite nathaniel rateliff (none of which were the original/official
audios) on full samsung blast. S.O.B, wasting time, and i need never get old were three from this album that were on this playlist.
my dad had this dark green jeep cherokee xj with the cd compartment that sat underneath the backseats, which meant it was kind of a hassle to change the cds. so i basically listened to the same five albums every day for six months at a time before my dad would finally switch them out for five others, and after we'd listened to those for another six months, he'd switch them back to the original five albums. nathaniel rateliff's album "falling faster than you can run" was one of the albums on high rotation. many years ago, an old man fainted behind the wheel in a parking lot and
crashed into our beautiful parked jeep so badly it was unsalvageable
and had to be taken to the dump. the man was unharmed, thank god. but
man i loved that car and i still miss it.
here's a picture of the colour and model of our jeep that i found on google.
and i was unpacking all my shit into my new room
i found an empty pack of bond street blues hidden in the back of the closet
owned by the girl who lived here before me.
i didn't throw them out, just left them there.
i'm now about the same age as she was.
two years after i moved in, i painted the walls green
covering up her pink ones which had years of little paintings and murals all over it
and i got rid of the closet
and the empty pack of smokes went with it.
maybe it's just the nicotine and the warm sun on my face but every time i smoke out my window and i see the dents in the tin roof below me from where she had climbed out to sit and smoke
i feel so strongly grounded.
when the train wont move
we sat at the station for maybe five maybe ten minutes
(but whos counting) (and whos to say)
but as soon as the girl with the camo bandana and orange hi-vis got off
we started to move again.
my sound for the day
the virgin suicides OST, radiohead's amnesiac, and life without building's any other city.
TVS ost is in my top ten osts. not a single skip in that damn soundtrack. perfection i think.
amnesiac is... dare i say... the best radiohead album. in my opinion. totally underrated. it's albums like this one that makes me want to score films.
any other city is kind of hard for me to listen to these days because it reminds me of a time in my life that was less than desirable. i love it nonetheless.
there is something To be said about
the amount of projects i start
and never finish
or at least never continue
so much shame and self loathing
that festers
but when inspiration strikes once again
that excitement and rush
like realising you have a crush
it's not the same chemicals
but it all feels the same
it's one or the other
and it never lasts
