No More Admin Drudgery, No More Burritos

Stars, “Elevator Love Letter”

I’m so hard for a rich girl
My heels are high
My eyes cast low
And I don’t know how to love
I get too tired after midday, lately
I take it out on my good friends
But the worst stays in
Or where would I begin?
My office glows all night long
It’s a nuclear show and the stars are gone
Elevator, elevator
Take me home

I’m so hard for the rich girl
Her heels so high
And my hopes so low
’cause I don’t know how to love
I’ll take her home after midnight
And if she likes, I’ll tell her lies
Of how we’ll fall in love by the morning
I don’t think she’ll know
That I’m saying goodbye…

My office glows all night long
It’s a nuclear show and the stars are gone
Elevator, elevator
Take me home

My office glows all night long
It’s a nuclear show and the stars are gone
Elevator, elevator
Take me home

Don’t go, say you’ll stay
Spend a lazy sunday in my arms
I won’t take anything away
Don’t go, say you’ll stay
Spend a lazy sunday in my arms
Don’t take anything away

José Gonzalez’s cover of The Knife’s “Heartbeats,” featured in a Sony ad

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
For me, no

One night of magic rush
The start, a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
For me, no

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough

And you
You knew the hand of the devil
And you
Kept us awake with wolves’ teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
For me, no

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
Send “Heartbeats” Ringtone to your Cell

Thoughts On Moving: Songs Are My Pills

It’s hitting me that I’m moving in two months.

I have to sign the English department contract. I have to make appointments with new doctors. I have to figure out what to schlep and how to get it there. Figure out what computer to buy since my Mac G4 tower is threatening to overheat and is no longer compatible with Firefox.

I have to decide which neighborhood I want to live in, what amenities are negotiable (dishwasher and in-unit laundry? one can hope), and which online apartment ads are legitimate.

I have to give notice at work.

I have to enjoy San Francisco in the summer but save money. I have to see relatives and friends, especially ones I haven’t seen in the nine months I’ve been living here, but spend as much time as possible with my nearest and dearest.

I have to eat a lot of dim sum and burritos. I have to eat In-N-Out burgers. look at the Pacific Ocean, drive down the 1 to Big Sur, drive up the 1 to Mendocino, have a fabulous meal in Napa. Finally go to the Britpop club event called Leisure, do some thrifting in the tony Pacific Heights neighborhood. Do more stairway walks. Read, but don’t overdo it.

This weekend: archery + hot dogs = a good time.

Love this song. And now it is June. Swedes are so upbeat.

 

Another favorite tune—it has such an aching, wistful quality that is perfect for times of change.

“Strangers in the Wind” by Cut Copy

These hands
Like strangers in the wind
These eyes
Float in the breeze
These hands
Like strangers in the wind
This voice
Calling to me
These hands
Like strangers in the wind
These eyes
Float in the breeze

Run to the lights of the city
These moments pass and we’ll be there
(And she looks good)
Run to the lights of the city
(And she looks good)
This dance will last us forever
Forever

You could stay for what you came here for
A daze is what you’re falling for
You could stay for what you came here for
A daze is what you’re falling for
You could stay for what you came here for
A daze is what you’re falling for
You could stay for what you came here for
A daze is what you’re falling for

Run to the lights of the city
These moments pass and we’ll be there
(And she looks good)
Run to the lights of the city
(And she looks good)
This dance will last us forever
Forever

This dance will last us forever
This dance will last us forever

Listen Up: Geographer

Brian Ostreicher, Michael Deni, and Nathan Blaz make gorgeous music together

I was thrilled to hear the pearly electronic sounds of San Francisco band Geographer in Golden Gate Park last weekend as part of the Bay to Breakers festivities. Among the dancing revelers, there was Osama bin Laden with a hula hoop, naked guys, Transformers, neon tutus, a woman completely draped in plastic bags like Cousin Itt, and a couple of people dressed like crayons. After performing the beautiful “Kites” song, lead singer Michael Deni said, “When I wrote this song, I didn’t imagine two crayons grinding.” Ha.

Deni and co. work it out with keyboards, electronics gizmos, drums, and an electronic cello. Such a pretty falsetto and a beautiful merging of dance music and indie rock.

I discovered Geographer on the radio – imagine that! Catch them at Live 105’s BFD pre-party at Mezzanine in San Francisco on June 4 along with Surfer Blood, Innerpartysystem, and The Vaccines.

Their Animal Shapes EP is available now but they are working on a proper album this summer.