Although I’ve denounced my affiliation with Glee, my love for Adele still runs really deep. This is one hell of a mashup and one that Glee didn’t manage to ruin. Enjoy.
German poet and novelist, Berthold Auerbach, wrote:
“Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
My life gets pretty dusty, but I’m never without some awesome tunes to keep my mind less cluttered.
This week, my bathtub of beats was overflowing with some symphonic suds. Jump into the pool of rhythm with me…
Florence Welch steals you away with her celestial vocals. Just as good and maybe even better than Lungs, this album does not disappoint.
“Shake It Out”
“No Light, No Light”
“All This And Heaven Too”
A very ethereal journey of notes, strumming, and emotional lyrics where Mylo meets Xyloto. Rihanna drops some beats in “Princess in China” also.
“Every Teardrop is a Waterfall”
“Us Against the World”
“Princess in China”
“Up in Flames”
This last weekend, my parents and I took our first family trip together in years. This was my parents first domestic trip in decades where they wouldn’t be staying at the home of a family member. I think the last time they slept in a hotel room was sometime in the 90s when we drove cross-country to New York in their navy blue ’90 Ford Aerostar van.
Growing up, my parents never let a summer pass without us taking one big family trip. And by “one big family” I mean- my parents and me (their one and only). When my little cousin was born, we started caravanning with my aunt and uncle and the 6 of us would head out on these treks. Each summer we would pack up that Aerostar and drive to whatever adventurous location my mother would so carefully choose after visiting her trusty AAA agent. We never flew. If it was a driveable distance, we would always drive– and my parents considered the contiguous 48 states driveable. If there was a bridge to Hawaii, we probably would’ve gone there too. Sadly, they’re in their mid 60s-early 70s and they have yet to go there. I think they’re waiting for a bridge.
One trip, we made it from Southern California to Wyoming in one day! We started at 2am and arrived in Evanston, WY by 7pm. Crazy, right? I digress. The point of this story is this:
Since we were going to be staying somewhere “unknown” my dad purchased this trusty device and packed it in his suitcase. That, my friends, is a UV wand to kill bacteria and bugs that may be lurking in old hotel rooms.
The best part is that I see my mom unraveling napkins to find her vitamins/meds and she tells me that she didn’t pack a pill bottle because it would be too “bulky”. The irony is astounding.
The best part is that I stumbled on this art installation in NY where people are creating little bedbug hotels that are placed outside of hotels that have reported bedbug infestations. Fun way to artistically warn people that this establishment bites!
…and that it did; that being the “Windy City”.
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of finally setting foot in Chicago for a work trip. It’s not often that I get sent to big cities, so I was overjoyed to be traveling to a metropolitan area versus some heartland fishing town. This was the first trip that I was completely on my own; no real travel companions. I loved every minute. Ha! Not sure what that means on a deeper level, but traveling all by my lonesome was quite lovely. Chicago was my oyster and I went diving for pearls!
What I loved about Chicago: Chicago Dogs (mmm… sweet relish, tomatoes, and onions on top of a grilled sausage? YES PLEASE!), an oversized, metallic coffee bean, and the Art Institute of Chicago— MIND BLOWING!
The photos won’t fully capture my awe, but here’s a little taste of the wind…
Art Institute of Chicago. Best museum I’ve been to since Florence & Rome. That sounds a bit dramatic, but it’s true. I have never had so many goosebumps while gazing at framed art since the day I snuck photos of the Sistine Chapel. The Impressionism gallery was unbelievable. I spent a total of four hours in this museum– at least two of those hours were in the impressionism hall.
Now here’s where my mind got blown. Just a day before I went to the museum, I blogged about Paris and posted Gustave Claudeboitte’s Paris Street, Rainy Day. There I was admiring the French Impressionism section and I turn a corner and see this:
I coerced a super nice guy to take at least 3 photos of me staring at this painting. I could have stared at it for hours. I’m weird like that, but I love my art…I love my French art.
Hopefully the winds blow me that way again soon.
Last night, my friend Jen and I joined 1,600 LA hipsters and immersed ourselves in Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s HitRECord world at the HitRECord Fall Formal.
HitRECord is an open-collaborative production company that lives online. Artists of all mediums — singers, poets, writers, photographers, videographers… gather on the site to share their creations, take others’ creations, and create new things. Think of it as a huge cut and paste board of all things creative and they call them “records”. Pretty rad.
At Fall Formal, JGL showed a culmination of things that have been recorded thus far. Tiny stories, songs, and videos. A whole gamut of guest stars swung by to add to the show as well, including Anne Hathaway, NPH, & Gary Oldman.
The only thing missing from my evening was my makeout session with JGL. I was told that if that happened, I would be the proud co-owner of several new softball bats… (read: $$$$ worth of softball bats). Don’t try to understand that last part.
Oh and to keep the JGL love rolling… here he is covering 10 songs.
The globetrotter in me is officially on board with Pan Am. I wasn’t looking to waste another hour on my DVR each week, but the forecast is showing drama-filled skies that can’t be missed.
Watch the pilot here and you’ll be booking your own ticket soon…
2 years ago I wandered into a small boutique in San Diego and was drawn to a display of photographs depicting young African children. Vintage brushed metal whistles hung from the display and sitting on the ledge was a small booklet that unveiled the story behind their purpose.
Engraved in script on each whistle was an “fw”, which stands for Falling Whistles. The Falling Whistles campaign was started as a response to the growing need for peace and refuge in Congo. The war in Congo has affected thousands; many of them young children. These children are either trying to find refuge from the war or are forced into the the center of it against their will. Those too small to carry a gun are pushed to the frontlines and armed with only a whistle– taught to make as much noise as possible to warn the rebel armies if enemies were close. These young, small, innocent whistle blowers are the first to fall.
Falling Whistles has worked towards morphing this symbol from death to life. As a symbol of protest, these whistles have become a weapon to fighting for peace in Congo. Proceeds from whistle sales go to helping rehabilitate war-affected children.
Tonight, alongside 50 or so other whistle blowers, we posted our protest and voices for peace on a wall in downtown Los Angeles.
Read the story. Become a whistle blower.