all smiles (all sparks)

the editors - all sparks
a good listen. not too many artists have figured out the seduction of negative space in music. and for a photographic concept, it seems to be found in many more places, or at least has the potential to appear on (or off) the scene. also, for a different feel, check the cover of 'feel good, inc.' by the editors. acoustic.

sitting on the waterfront today in cloudy weather, matches felt the fireworks trickle back into his vision. they have been tragically absent for some time. but when you can look at the world, at anything inside of this gigantic conglomeration of whatever-you-wish-to-call-it, and see the purity of existence (a term stolen from sam cooper yesterday)....things set themselves alight in the air, breeze-like, and spin the mind like a waterwheel.

in other news, herbie hancock's "head hunters" is where beck got samples for his recent goodness. certainly worth a listen. its got the funk that beck whittled off of it, but it also has the jazz.

matches has been making a tidy little sum off the beaten path of his job, by way of marketing research studies. who would have thought that with the economy as it is, people would be handing out money for cursory opinions of their marketing techniques and products? interesante. he feels a little silly; a little like he is fueling the possibility of them honing their advertising or products to the point of precision towards their intended markets. he thinks that he wouldn't want to have a hand in tweaking the subtleties of market-interest; at least not to the point of helping companies convince people to buy their products without thinking about it. but, he has to have a little bit of faith in the capabilities of people to make their own decisions, and to remain independent thinking entities amidst the tides of america~ plus, its kind of interesting to go to these things. you meet and have interesting conversations with people you would have never otherwise had an opportunity to meet, and one learns a little something every time one passes by. it's fun; a thought exercise. he could just as easily be fucking with these people's heads, and completely skewing their targets. and the money doesn't hurt.

san francisco last weekend was great. it goes to remind m how he really should be tucking aside moneys to up and visit his friends in other distant places. like jay on martha's vineyard, and yes eric in vietnam. passports were created to collect stamps, not dust. as an additional bonus, he could live for something like $3 a day once he stepped off the aerobus. oh, that the plane ticket were not the obstacle! also, the phobia of flying over titanic bodies of water. there is always that.

lately he has begun studying his old notebooks, his elder scribblings, and trying to thieve some perspective from them. perhaps this is what sparked the fireworks. it is quite an interesting thing to see the legacy of one's own life, to view it in a later and (hopefully) wiser state of being. he hears people talking all the time about how they cannot stand to look at their previous thoughts, works, songs, etc....but he doesn't share in this outlook. not in a smidgen of the least-ness. he values his past; it will always be engaging to distill old thoughts and situations through the filter of the advanced mind. 'distill' was a word he gleamed from the old pages (which have become quite detached from their bindings....both literally and metaphysically, now that he considers it). it is small treasures like the use of a word which has fallen out of memory, which can effect a domino-fall within him. one can feel the smile forming, growing, now erupting out of the body through all sensations and nerves. a genuine smile has an explosive tendency to it; an expansive nature. then there is the magical trans-barrier, when it sometimes expands beyond a person, into liminal space, and wraps itself around another person. that is, well....something, to see it light up another face, that thing that wound itself out of your own thoughts, your own emotions. it is a physical sensation, a touch; invisible to the eye yet reaching, disarming, penetrating. yet you know its power, can feel it like a fireball erupting through your frame which spreads dizzily, sillily (word?), washing over your surface like a quick surf chasing the shore.
i feel it all, i feel it all.