I can change if it helps you fall in love.
-LCD Soundsystem
Bold moves abound on this side of paradise. The sun's slowly peeking into every day of the week and we couldn't be more thrilled. Here at the Feel Good Lost castle, we're hoisting the pirate flag back up and unpacking the badminton net, while conjuring up some loud and rowdy calls of the wild in hopes to attract some like minds over to celebrate the change of seasons and the future of great things to come. This spring is going to be rowdy. That was the general consensus at the show last night. I dashed down to Nashville yesterday night for a show with some of my favorite people in the world. Problems besetted me from the beginning of the venture though and all self induced too, which is the most maddening thing about it all. My car keys somehow escaped me on particularly rowdy night of carousing about town on foot so I was forced to either find a willing participant to share the evening's madness with or borrow their car. It's a wonder someone eventually acquiesced in the end, given the grand scale of previous inconsistencies but it all got worked out eventually. I eventually grinned down a deacon at church to let me borrow his blue '58 El Dorado. Darn thing shakes up a storm when you push it past 70 mph and it gets a bit chilly with the top down, but its absolutely worth hearing the roar. Nah, none of that's true but wouldn't that be something else. The band worth seeing was Warpaint and they flat out tore it up. Four gals made very swoony, slightly gloomy but freewheelin' carefree psychedelia drenched in reverb and absolutely danceable. Sounds a bit like that photo up above looks. Interpol on a evening beach stroll. Except all girls! That's a mighty big difference in stage presence but they handled it rightly, dressing the stage up with faux candles and a glowing crystal ball looking thing. I suppose they were shooting towards capturing their aura that abounds in their living room practice sessions. Whatever the case may be, it got pulled off with stellar results. The gal that plays bass for them is one of the most interesting people I've seen on stage in a long time. Totally, happily stuck in her head and loving every minute of it, all on top of the fact that she was fucking stupendous at her instrument.
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here is the most interesting article I've read in a good long while. I can thank my buddy Mike Bowen for throwing it my way in a flash of inspiration. If you've made it this far, I'm counting on you to check it out and reap its wisdom. No man is an island, even if they believe themselves to be with every fiber of their being. The awareness of purposeful belonging still touches us, even out in the deep reaches of the middle of nowhere. This kayaker struggled with finding this balance and although he passed away in the most horrific fashion, his story is beautiful and fascinating to behold. It's got me leaning towards the Amazon as my next venture, that's for sure.
