St. Vincent "Champagne Year" Live at Bonnaroo 2012

This song has so much meaning to me, I can't even begin to describe it. I love her more than air.

Lately, lately

I've written a bit of poetry, the slightest bit of prose. Most of my writing has gone into my Int. Creative Writing class at school. It's not for lack of time, but for lack of inspiration that I haven't done a whole lot of creating.

Shimmer has moved to the back burner as the last half of the year begins. I have been thinking about it more than I ever have, and that speaks volumes. Even when I was working on it an hour or two a day I wasn't putting too much thinking into it.

Erik and I have been exchanging a bit of music. My frequent conversations with Dominic have begun to push into R&B. Valentine's Day is fast approaching. I have things to do.

On the other hand, I've decided on what I want to study when I get to college. I'd like to get a double major in English and Music while also getting some minor degrees in Ethnic/Racial Studies, Women's Studies, Sexology, Political Science, Comparative Religion, and a basic Liberal Arts degree. Graphic arts would be pretty cool, too.

Humans, considering they are mostly water, are the scariest beings alive.

Talking Heads happened.

I've been on a massive St. Vincent kick lately. I finally have all of her discography in some form in my possession and hope to one day own them on vinyl as well as CD/digital. Her single "Krokodil" inspired my Health Unit project about the drug, on which I received the full 100/100 score on. I feel like my favorite album from her could change by the month, week, or day. Currently, Marry Me is astounding me in its complex beauty and is certainly her "prettiest" piece of music.

Last year she released a collaboration with Talking Heads co-founder David Byrne titled Love This Giant. The album made its way onto my top thirty of 2012 and I've been going back to it even more vigorously in this past month. Eventually my interest in David Byrne/Talking Heads was piqued and I decided to venture into the band. I had dismissed them before as more 80s pop drivel, but with a few views of clips from their 1984 concert film Stop Making Sense I knew the beginning of something new had come about. My first listen to their debut album 77 made me both ecstatic about delving into Talking Heads and disappointed in myself for putting them off for so long. My close friend in Michigan had given me Byrne's new book How Music Works for Christmas, so I'll definitely have plenty to work with.