Stephanie Rae

Well I say, “Shit floats”

missstephanierae — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 16:18:38 +0000

Bitterly honest or just bitter? Either way, the video is rad and the lyrics deem ceaseless amusement- he actually uses ‘anthropologically unjust’, questions the listener- ‘do you think that I’m some kind of dummy?’, and then breaks it down to ‘cunts are still running the world’. It is the first release from Jarvis Cocker’s solo career in 2006, leaving his prior Britpop sound of Pulp astray with the Common People

Caio, world.

missstephanierae — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 03:52:53 +0000

Babies, horoscopes, levitation, sunrise oceanic session, fresh almond butter on bananas, celestial chat, avocado milkshakes, Nicholas Cage rentals, floating on waves, warm positive Cali vibes, house music, pub friends and fashion, graduation party: chicks- 18; dudes- 30, bloody mary pool parties, sentimental sessions with Dave Healy, WHATAMIDOINGWITHMYLIFE, Austin City Limits planning, photo shoots, discovering suicide as a bystander, possibly changing my phone number, Vagabond and poppin’ bottles with models, David Lynch marathons, wrestling/shower session/chest shaving/nudity at the W Hotel, Moniquitaaa alottaaa.

I can’t see, but that is okay for this song.

missstephanierae — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 20:49:53 +0000

A familiar lengthy-limbed fellow met me in sleep last night

I kissed his knees

He traced my curls

Into a nest of honeysuckle swirls

And the oddity lay in the touch between his finger tips and my scalp

With each brush scrawny veins would surface on his boughs

They began to run all over; bloodless and mousy

His milky flesh draining to a cantaloupe’s skin

Gulp…

gulp, gulp, gulp

I fell limp within his footprint

Impregnated with an afterlife, swimming in his cinder and passing spirits

Even in sleep he died inside of me

The current.

missstephanierae — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 15:31:23 +0000

The Felice Brothers – Roll On Arte

missstephanierae — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 17:41:01 +0000

If Bob Dylan was born thirty years later or resurrected as different entities- presumably as the makeup of a band- his music would be strongly reminiscent to this. It is poetry wrapped in a pretty sound.

Little Joy – “Next Time Around”

missstephanierae — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 17:01:07 +0000

This band, and song in particular, makes me want to play hide-in-seek in a strawberry field with my best friend. When I listen to this, I am floating on its musical notes, glancing below at icy mountain tops, splashing rivers, and the perfume streaming from metropolitan areas.

Taylor Hanson, WTF?!

missstephanierae — Sat, 23 May 2009 00:23:49 +0000

Ha!

Elvis Perkins in Dearland

missstephanierae — Sat, 23 May 2009 00:00:44 +0000

My words cannot even describe the amount of love I grew for this.

“Shampoo”

XOXO @ Chicago 05.08.09

missstephanierae — Wed, 20 May 2009 02:14:09 +0000

After hours: when shit got real weird &I managed to bruise my spinal chord.

Post-Boat; Pre-Party

missstephanierae — Wed, 20 May 2009 02:00:11 +0000

In this order. Immediately after he passed out.