Death in the Family.

You know, funeral marching bands are funny little sad things. From the soloists from multiple disciplines-not quite together as a band, to the pristine elaborate (almost always white) uniforms to the sad little song they play to herald the passing of a loved one.

There's something quite mesmerizing about them.

Magic.

St Vincent performs for WBEZ Music at Pitchfork Music Festival 2010 from WBEZ on Vimeo.

There's none of that guitar strumming nonsense that passes off as ability with a guitar these days. Just fantastically wondrous music. I would make an exception to being a selfish individual for her. Yes, it's true. I'm in love.

All The Pretty Things.

I miss the life I had before I became a serviceman. I am now like a man in a cave and I am afraid that once my service expires I will be too afraid and timid to embrace the (figurative) sunshine, rainbows and flowers outside of the cave. Which is pathetic because there are so many pretty things out there which a part of me remembers and aches terribly for.

There are such things.

And it has been a long while since I have been inspired. So it is good to find out that there are still such things as passion and joy outside of this dreary place. Oh, and beauty. It exists! There are beautiful things that are within my grasp. The world at large seems a little more colourful now, although it still scares the hell out of me.

Hello world. Let us reacquaint each other.