I am off to Grand Marais for the GLSKS Symposium tomorrow morning. I hope there is surf like last year. I am excited to do some instruction and work with Steve Scherrer on a class.
I have been trying to write more articles and do less “posting”. However this particular video found through questionable means is possible the best thing I have ever seen from user submitted video.
And to answer my own non-paddling friends inevitable question, yes I know I am the person described in the video, minus the SUV.
So for those of us who are too focused on paddling, maybe go out and drink some beers, play some frisbee, and chill the hell out!!!
Jesca Hoop, will finally release her debut album KISMET. She is also on tour. Not sure if I can make her show at the Magic Stick in Detroit, but I would like I love to go. I first heard Jesca on Nic Harcourt’s Morning Becomes Eclectic Show. If you haven’t heard Morning Becomes eclectic it’s a great music show and well worth a listen. I know my trendy LA friends will scoff at me for even mentioning Nic Harcourt, but I think it’s a great show.
St. Vincent, and her demo of Paris is burning from the album, Marry Me.
I really like her voice and her sound. Been listening to this all day.
Otherworldly and distinct are hackeneyed ways of saying she’s got a good vibe going on. I can’t wait to hear the whole album.
Life has thrown some curve balls this week, Homer as always can put an heroic scale on every day problems. I just need some Greeks to help me take the topless tower of Ilium.
Also if the wind could blow, I’d be Muuuuuuuuccccccch happier.
It’s somewhat ironic to me how the visual at the peak of the song is exactly how I feel when I hear the song. I am poised at the bottom of hill on foot ready to run to the top and take flight right at the peak.
Music says some scary things don’t it…
Icelandic preteens smooching is also cute in a sort of scary viking way.
Forgive the accent free for those of you who speak icelandic or whatever language it is that Sigur Ros uses in this song.
But this piece of music has got to be the best thing I’ve ever heard.
More and more as I am running I think of people who have died, or who are ill. I don’t know why. Today at mile marker 2 where I wanted to turn around this song came on the old iPOD shuffle at the exact moment I wanted it to, so I kept going, mind you only another 1/2 mile to make it a total of five miles, but it seemed that this piece of music and Grandma Cecelia Field’s death are somehow linked. It came on by accident on the way to lake michigan for one of my surf sessions earlier this year when she was ill. I began to think about her death right at mile marker two and that song came on. Snow fell over a tunnel of elm and maple trees along the trail, and I was more winded than usual because I wanted to see if I could pick up the pace a little. I would never have been as into running really if I hadn’t moved out to the west side of the state. There are so many cool county roads in Van Buren county, all with vineyards, orchards, and farms, and I made it a point to try to build up my fitness to run between my house in Paw Paw and what is known as the Farm. Eventually I did it. It’s about 15 miles. The very first time I did it, I came inside really just knackered and sat on Grandma’s couch while she watched the olympics. I had never considered running a marathon. By some stroke of luck, the Athens Olympics came on the television. So Granny and I watched Meb Geflebski go for the gold. This was the Olympics where that poor Brazillian runner De Lima was tackled by a defrocked priest in a kilt. Geflebski was taken in the last few minutes by that tall lanky italian guy Stefano Baldini. Who knew running could be so dramatic, well I told Grandma I wanted to run a marathon. Because I told her I was going to do I sort of felt I should, no one should let a woman like her down, or lie to her. Despite the fact that maybe she didn’t really care one way or the other, I did it. And I think now that she’s gone I may do another just because dammit.
