in my head there’s a Greyhound station

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I was serenaded on my way to work by really awesome songs on iTunes, songs that I haven’t heard in awhile. “Soul Meets Body” was one of them. I thought about the video on the video version of this album, Directions, and decided that I wanted to share it on my blog today because it is one of my favorite videos of all time. Then I discovered that it no longer exists on YouTube, which makes me sad because the “official” video pales in comparison.

Feeling a little like this video

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It being my Monday and all.

Death Cab For Cutie – Summer Skin from R. Kyle Shoup on Vimeo.

P.S. This if from the amazing DVD companion to the already amazing album, Plans. The DVD is called Directions.

“Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole…”

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Sometimes on the steps of the red chapel

Those Death Cab lyrics have nothing to do with this post at all, but since I am on a DCFC kick and have been listening to their music lately and I love that song and it uses the metaphor of a pinhole… well. Why not?

I visited The Grotto again a couple of weekends ago! It happens to be an Atlas Obscura location so I brought my pinhole camera and had some fun.

I mentioned that I am fascinated with the way pinhole photography renders people and crowds and I am continuing to experiment with this. I am especially interested in self portraits using a pinhole camera. Since the exposures are so long I can insert myself for an extended period of time into the photo and then I become a ghost in the photo. The photo above is an example. Here are a couple more:

Self Portrait hiding in there somewhere.

I am hiding in this photo somewhere.

tree ghosts

And here too.

It is all very fun to see the expressions on the faces of the passers-by when they see a wooden box on a tripod and it’s owner doing something in front of this wooden box. I don’t think they know what to make of it at all. Most of them ask about the wooden box and I am always enthusiastic about telling them about it but they get bored and their eyes glaze over when I mention the word “aperture.”

You can see a couple non-self portrait photos from this excursion on Pinhole Obscura.

And here is the video for the song “Marching Bands of Manhattan,” which is completely bizarre. As music videos tend to be.

“The Atlantic was born today and I’ll tell you how…

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The clouds above opened up and let it out.”

Last night Rafael and I went to our first real show together. Since we have been together for 21 years this means that this is how long it’s been since I have been to a concert. It was Death Cab For Cutie at the Edgefield. They played the entirety of Transatlanticism in order for its 10 year anniversary. That was the first part. The second part was all of their popular songs. It was amazing. Honestly, there is nothing like live music. I love it and I’ve missed it and I need to experience it more often.

I bought a concert t-shirt.

And made a video of some of the song, Transatlanticism

That video is a bit long for the short attention span of the internet and doesn’t do the actual experience of being there justice. It was amazing to hear them play this live. I also enjoyed watching the woman in the burgundy shirt sitting in front of me. She is a little stiff in the video but loosened up as the show progressed. It was amusing.

And in case you want to hear the song and just because.

I will follow you into the dark

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Twice yesterday the song “I Will Follow You Into The Dark” came on randomly. once on my ipod and once on the radio. The first time it played, I had to change the song after two measures. The sequence of chords at the beginning of the song instantly make my eyes well up with tears. And then the lyrics start and they utterly and completely break my heart.

The second time I was in the car with Raf and I didn’t change the station. I listened to it underneath the conversation we were having. And, as expected, tears welled up. I said something to him about how this song makes me cry every-time I hear it and made fun of myself for crying over a silly song.

That this song was nosing it’s way into my head twice yesterday made me think that maybe I should listen to it all the way through. Maybe I just needed to deal with something. I decided to face whatever it was. So as I was sitting on my zafu, before my 15 minutes of meditation, I sat on my cusion with my headphones on and just listened to the song. I listened to those haunting chords and those heartbreaking lyrics and I bawled my eyes out. I let myself experience the full-on feelings of this grief that wanted to express itself. And felt better for having experienced it. My eyes are all puffy today though. I’m blaming it on allergies, from the trees that were blooming in Portland yesterday when I was there.