Oh, Winter....

It's actually kind of, well....cold here. I know, right? Impossible! But it is. And with that temperature drop, the familiar trance-like state of December dawns.

Cat Stevens Before He Radicaled Himself

I've been listening to Cat Stevens alot recently for a couple of reasons. One, the lovely british youtube boys covered one of his songs, Here Comes My Baby, which kinda remembered him to me, in a way. That sounds so pompous. Ah, suck it, i might as well live up to my heinous indie cindy reputation. Right...where was I? Uh..C Steeves! Right, anyway, the other reason I've been listening to him alot is that his song Wild World is quite possibly the greatest "shits-blowing-up-and-i-can't-do-shit-to-stop-it" song ever. I have now realized that almost every song i like falls into that category. I am a depressing human being.

Anyway. Cat Stevens. The shit, even if he did go a little crazy with religion and all that. And if you want to know more about that, go read his children's book "A is for Allah"! (No, I do not make shit that good up.)

Stay Beautiful,

IK

In Which I Turn Into a Hypnotized Raver....

So i have this super bad habit of falling in love at first sight. Usually it's with musicians (mmhmmm Kele Okereke), and that works out fine. Cause like, theres such a disconnect there. And thousands of equally obnoxious hipster-wannabes (blargh) are jsut as in love with his bi-sexual ass. But when it happens in real life? Like, with a NORMAL person? Whoa. Not cool, brain! Rewind that, if you please. It's funny, b/c normally i'm so rational. And then...boom. I'm not. And i want to bone you.

But on to the crux. Last night i meet someone who falls in love like i do. In fact, i meet a couple. And they were AWESOME. There's nothing like being surrounded by child-like kids, falling in love with the man on stage. It's like being transported to another, i guess, world, with a surge and pulse of desire rushing through the room. Desire for the beat, a rush, anything. And when the DJ can eat it up and send it back out in soundwaves? It's magic.

Stay Beautiful Loves,

IK

OMG JESSE MCCARTNEY YOU GUYZZ!!!!!

So premptive apology: i've turned into a Jesse McCartney loving zombie. I can't help myself. it's just....disastrous. So here's the song that converted me...



Also, he's an actor. And not a shit one! I KNOW, right? Anyway, considering that i spent WAY too much of lsat night vomiting (yay antibiotics!) i spent all day today on my bed watching crap. And the only non-crap i managed to view was this movie called "Keith". Remember "A Walk To Remember"? It reminds me alot of that. It had the same tear-jerk factor. But the guy was basically an asshole. And not apologetic about it. And sometimes, i really like when people who are absolute dicks just own it.

Stay Beautiful,

IK

In Honor of The Impending Series of Bang-Overs

FIrst off, before any of your little heads come up with a dirty meaning of "bang-over", it's the term that tatiana and i use to describe the after shock feeling that you get the morning after an epic concert. You know, when you can still taste the smoke, your ears will not stop ringing and you still smell like sweat and spilled beer....

Well, this summer, im going to be in a near constant state of bang over. And it's gonna be off the chain. So, here are a sampling of the bands i'm going to see, and some of their awesome songiness.

Stay Beautiful,

IK


The National


(the movie's actually pretty sick too, btw.)

Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings



TECH N9NE


Yeah....i love this song. You can mock me for it, its cool.


Wolf Parade

Liverpool FC and Judy Garland

Doesn't music from the 40's -50's always remind you of the beginning of the classic Cinderella or Snow White?

Anyway, this is one of my favorite JG songs, and i find it quite serendipitous that my favorite football team's motto is "You'll Never Walk Alone". So in honor of the somewhat beleaguered beauty that is Liverpool FC....



And for the beautiful, i mean uh, talented... TALENTED Fernando Torres...

Every End Has A Start

Today marks a giant "end" in my life, and I'm having trouble finding a "start". It's troubling when you can't see exactly where the cliff edge is, isn't it? Well, in honor of my perhaps imminent tumble, a little Joy Division to give a little boast of irony to your day...