i'm just a river that rolled forever/and never got to the sea

“what’s the point in destroying something if there isn’t any personal investment…i appreciate destruction for it’s own sake. pushing through to the point of no return. breaking with the past. and if it can be done in a spectacular fashion, so much the better”

Grace Woodroofe

I remember reading an article about her in January 2008. Grace Woodroofe. She went to school with Heath Ledger's half sister Ashleigh who sent Heath Grace's music.... and then he flew her out to LA, introduced her to Ben Harper... and so on. It's a fairy tale. And then of course Heath Ledger died...

Now her album is finally being released. You really should read this article from theaustralian.com.au/

One of the songs titled H... I think you know why, is heartbreakingly beautiful. One of those songs you listen to with your eyes closed, and builds and unregrettable saddness in you. I was almost too effected by Heath Ledger's death. I have a way of attaching myself to people I don't even know (Jeff Buckley...) I remember I went to New York City for the first time in November 2007, and you should have seen me. Walking through Chinatown, walking through Brooklyn, on the subways, just trying to find Heath Ledger. Then a week after I got home there were articles online of him riding the subways with Matilda looking like a homeless man thanksgiving week! Haha, why couldn't I have seen him! The week before he died I had started a portrait of him and his daughter, and I haven't been able to finish it. It's safe to say I'm a dramatic person... I went to London for my senior trip the summer after  he died and I had a list of places I knew he had been filming The Imaginirium of Doctor Parnassus. And then when I was lucky enough to go back to NYC in 2009, I stopped by the Soho apartment he had died in, and the Boerum Hill home he lived in with Michelle and Matilda... okay now I have sufficiently convinced anyone who reads this that I'm thoroughly obsessed with the man, but I guess only to show how I relate to this song. Aren't songs better when you know either what created them, or what makes them real to you? It's not like I wrote it with the dilusional fabrication of knowing him. But by a girl, my age, with a beautiful talent, who knew and lost an unreplaceble friend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgnCONPrMF4

download the song -H.

her myspace

My dad wrote 4 words on a tiny piece of paper,
these are the stages you'll go through. He said
shock, anger, deep denying sadness,
in time acceptance will come too.
Oh, I wish I could fast-forward time, for that matter rewind.
I know you said time was blind,
now you are in a place that only exists in my mind.

I have this image of you leaning out the window,
your lungs encapsulating smoke,
but I would give everything to smell your cigarette's burning,
you were always so impassive when you spoke.

I feel you with me all the time,
your guiding hands lead mine,
but I miss the stories that you'd share,
and the little garments that you always used to wear.

I am wearing nothing but your love,
and I can honestly say
that I think about you everyday.

I have this image of you leaning out the window,
your lungs encapsulating smoke,
but I would give everything to smell your cigarette's burning,
you were always so impassive when you spoke.

Your house is empty, shelves are bare,
your presence felt, but you're not there.
That's where you sit, I mean where you sat,
I am still adjusting to getting used to that.
You won't show up at my door.
Wherever you are I hope you find
what you were searching for.

4th time around/norwegian wood

I asked him about it-I said, it sounds so much like Norwegian Wood, and he said, 'Well actually, Norwegian Wood sounds alot like this! I'm afraid they took it from me, and I feel that I have to, y'know, record it.' Evidently, he'd played it for them, and they'd nicked it! I said, 'Aren't you worried about getting sued by The Beatles?' and he said 'They can't sue me!'-----and indeed, they didn't.

Al Kooper - Classic Bob Dylan 1962-69

that lick was in Like a Rolling Stone

Bob writes a song and says, ‘I want it done this way’ and ‘Let’s try a little bit of it like this.’ We might try it in three, four, five different keys. One time he looked at me when I hit a lick. After we [cut] it, he said, “We gotta do it over– that lick was in Like A Rolling Stone.’ I said, ‘Yeah, that’s where I got it from.’

Texas keyboard player Augie Meyers,

on working on Bob Dylan’s “Time Out Of Mind” sessions.

jeff: music needs time to live in

it could be a sound that you've never had, and you know sound carries emotion with it obviously.  and you sort of brighten by it somehow or, it, and definitely music needs time you know in space, meaning when you play it you obviously music needs time to live in and sometimes that time is  a memory, a childhood memory or a really dramatic memory of  a fight, a loss, a death, a birth, a movie, something totally ordinary and  just if  a song captures it those are the things that keeps time in your life but some times change. like  revolutionize your life? very few songs.

(talking about songs that have changed his life) on triple j radio in 95.

i never asked to be your mountain

Is there someone else you feel in your dreams? You will, you see; In midnight gazes I've found you far from me; if you lead me on please leave me down. I can't swim your waters and you can't walk my lands; I'm sailing all my sins and I'm climbing all my fears. and soon now I'll fly.
You didn't understand my love, you don't know why I try. And the rain was falling on that day and that's the reason why.

oh I never asked to be your mountain. I never asked to fly.

tim buckley

i'm miles away

When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream

Please don't wake me, no
don't shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find, there's no need

Please don't spoil my day
I'm miles away
And after all
I'm only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time

Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy feeling

Please don't spoil my day
I'm miles away
And after all
I'm only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time

When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream

Please don't wake me, no
don't shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping

"and i don't even know my name"

Marcia: You put your whole self into that laugh, don't you?

Lonesome Rhodes: Marcia, I put my whole self into everything I do.

-a face in the crowd (1957)

"I like the way I look. Makes me feel good, it does. And women like me, goddammit. Hell, the only one thing I ever been good for is lovin'. Women go crazy for me, that's a really true fact! Ratso, hell! Crazy Annie they had to send her away!"

-joe buck, midnight cowboy (1969)