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Live on Craig Ferguson. May 2008
She & Him is an American indie rock band consisting of a
Live on Craig Ferguson. May 2008
She & Him is an American indie rock band consisting of actress Zooey Deschanel (vocals, piano, banjo) and musician M. Ward (guitar, production). The band's first album Volume One was released on Merge Records in March, 2008. The duo is augmented by session musicians Rachel Blumberg (drums), Mike Mogis (pedal steel guitar, mandolin) and Mike Coykendall (bass, guitar).
Matt Ward, known by his stage name M. Ward, is a singer-songwriter and guitarist who rose to prominence in the Portland, Oregon music scene. In the summer of 2006, he relocated to New Hampshire and in the fall of 2007 subsequently returned to Portland.
Zooey Claire Deschanel (born January 17, 1980) is an American actress musician and singer. Deschanel made her film debut in 1999's Mumford and soon became known for memorable, deadpan supporting roles in films such as Almost Famous (2000), The New Guy (2002), Big Trouble (2002) and The Good Girl (2002). She then began playing female leads, in All the Real Girls (2003), Elf (2003), The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005), Winter Passing (2005), and Tin Man in 2007.
"Zooey Deschanel (She & Him): A partnership that began in 2006 brought actress Deschanel together with Portland-based indie star M. Ward, and the results--most recently on display on their Merge Records album debut She & Him--are eminently listenable, entirely credible, and enough to make me want to go back and watch her in that weird Tin Man mini-series again."
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Much Love to my friends, All of you & All Our Children.
Much Love to my friends, All of you & All Our Children.
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Audra is my youtube friend. LOL well she started it all for me on youtube.
My View ~ A
Audra is my youtube friend. LOL well she started it all for me on youtube.
My View ~ Audra... (remix II)
The way I see you...through your photo's.
The song is: Morphic Resonance by Praful
Much Love and RESPECT!
PS: No Audra's where harmed in the making of this video!
PSS: this is the first video I've done using pix that I did not take. It was a total BLAST though!
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Move Me
The room's dark corners suggest
that night still has some fight
left, that ev
Move Me
The room's dark corners suggest
that night still has some fight
left, that everything will not inevitably turn
towards another turn. Still
day's light will soon press forward
a sequence of hours like hanging
sides of beef hooked
cold and silent. Each morning
I perform the same task,
feeling the topography
of the quilted mattress with my fingertips
and listening to your easy
breath pull in
and out. I am in a room. Settled
on a spinning planet, locked in
an uneasy galaxy. Locations hold
little context--everything is a part
and another part.
I am thinking
we are out of milk, again...and I have no interest
in crossword puzzles...and once
you said you liked how the scar
on my lip rubs against you
when we kiss.
I am hunting
for the aesthetic in the daily swill
which I can better grasp in any one
of the novels by the side of my bed
or a song's simple measure. Or the last
scene in that film where a couple sits
at their kitchen table,
untouched coffee growing cold,
the expanse of a yard caught
in a small square view of the window
behind them. These are worlds that house
an untiring worth. But we are made of more
than art's easy precision.
Feeling the day and that I am awake,
you turn towards me. The new light reveals
your same good face, jaw rough with beard
angling into the gradient of my neck,
a kink that can lull moments.
You move over me, careful.
I can feel you as hard and smooth
as my pregnant belly, hesitating
between my legs,
a blind man's cane
at the top of a stairwell.
And the day takes a turn.
****
DRC: Thanks for the line-break suggestions
and for coaxing that last metaphor out of its
simile.
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Lastness
Skips and splashes, they're called,
these upticks of water a side-armed
Lastness
Skips and splashes, they're called,
these upticks of water a side-armed
flat river rock makes happen in this way
(again and again and—yes—again)
if you're patient and paying attention to how
to throw a knocked shit-stupid universe
your best working definition of the word fun.
Why spend an hour like this?
Because we die—and if this poem is around
in a hundred years, it will be one thing
from this summer day that has survived.
Here, take this. Get busy being you.
Let the dragonfly-flit of shadow happen
to your left and right. All around you.
Beneath that overhead prayer called a hawk.
Since you're dead, anyway, let the breeze
sliding in from the south and east genuflect once,
for good measure, across the gorgeously
stemmed flower of flesh and happenstance
you always knew you were. All right,
flip your wrist, like so, and transmogrify
into the curve of a wing and the light
that dialogues with the air and a heron,
the heron wanting to sate itself on fish
and the leap fish make toward stunned
finality, something stones can speak to.
Copyright 2008 Roy Bentley
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I have changed the name and removed some of my info here because I feel like it had limite
I have changed the name and removed some of my info here because I feel like it had limited the interpretation of this poem. To me there is such a variety of meaning here, and while I had wanted to provide more food for thought, I think my former title and comments in this box were too constraining.
Song is "Psalm 93, an instrumental" contributed to the Creative Commons by Joseph G. Vincent http://freemusic.freeculture.org/media/files/anonymous/2456
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Ava and Howard Call It Quits (The First Time)
It isn't love Ava Gardner fears, but me
Ava and Howard Call It Quits (The First Time)
It isn't love Ava Gardner fears, but men,
their indelible handprints and threats
and the awful afterimages of their words.
How is she to feel, waking to Howard
hovering, uninvited, over her in bed,
giving her hell for sleeping with her ex,
Mickey Rooney? He's nothing more
than a friend, both men are, and so
why is Hughes in her bedroom?
It is kindness that has won her over
this long, Howard Hughes flying her
to the bedside of her suffering mother,
ordering an oncologist to tell him, Howard
Fucking Hughes, that there is nothing
to be done. Tonight, though, he's here,
in the sanctum sanctorum of her house,
pissing her off. Which is bad enough—
never mind that he's tapped her telephone,
never mind the surveillance and field-report
audio of sexual activity in her bedroom—
but then he hits her. Across the eye: a little
I-own-you-you-bitch backhand she answers
with the first thing grabbed from a dresser,
an ornamental bronze bell about the size
of a woman's hand. Ava plants the bell
between the aviator's eyes, which does
more real damage than being shot through
the windshield of certain turbo-prop aircraft.
Next, she hefts a desk chair and is raising it
(to bludgeon Hughes to death) when a maid
stops her. Ava is dragged off, screaming
something about saving piss in bottles.
Copyright 2008 Roy Bentley
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