Hate is a simple manifestation
of a deep-seated self-directed frustration
all it does is promote fear and consternation
it’s the inability
to justify the enemy
and it fills us all with trepidation
From “Them & Us”, Process of Belief.
Let’s just say I’m feeling a bit frustrated by all the folks using their powers for propogating the evil out there today… let’s use our powers for good, what do you say?
Rock out a little, if you will…it’s the weekend after all :
This is Mr. Fish. Isn’t he just too freakin’ sexy-cute? (I’m not used to the beard, but I think it’s pretty fun). Sadly, he was unable to come with the Guppy & myself on our North American adventure. I’m missing him something awful. So is the Guppy.
The above photo was taken of him playing this festival :
…which I totally missed out on because I’m out of the country!
When we met, Mr. Fish and I thought we’d do a lot of collaborating musically. I’ve been a singer (dancer, poet, papergirl) and he was singing and playing in a band when we met, and the logical “next step” was for us to start writing songs together. The universe laughs at you, though, when you start getting all arrogant and begin planning things… Mr. Fish’s former band broke up (don’t call me Yoko! I really had nothing to do with it.) and our lives took a very different direction.
We did manage one amazing collaboration though :
…and she’s the most beautiful song either of us has ever written!
Go check out Mr. Fish’s band Copernic# on their My Space page if you’d like to give them a little listen!
And here’s a little food p*rn, which has nothing to do with anything, but you know, just to keep the edge off:
This is my favourite way to serve left-over chili the following day – burritos! Just put a little on a tortilla with some soy yogurt (which is like my version of sour cream) and some chopped tomatoes and even for an exceptional treat – avocados! Yum!
Last night Mr. Fish and I watched Anton Corbijn’s 2007 film Control which recounts the rise and fall of Ian Curtis of Joy Division (one of my favorite post-punk bands). We both found Corbijn’s film to be somber and sophisticated, the stark beauty of the black and white images accompanied by a poignant screen play, beautiful in its simplicity- light and airy, not weighed down by unending dialogues and wordy diatribes, in contrast to the weight of the events themselves: the perfect illustration of the dichotomies Curtis seemed unable to make peace with.
So, enough of my babbling, enjoy two great Joy Division songs!