First. My condolences and prayers go out to the families in Indonesia today. I cannot begin to fathom the shock and panic ongoing there. I hate the feeling of not being able to do anything but pray. I keep remembering the scene in Hotel Rwanda where Joaquin Phoenix explains to Don Cheadle how the western world views tragedy in Africa, a sad nod before returning to their dinners. Guilt is a terrible emotion. I don’t even think the body count will turn any heads after the thousands that died a few months ago.
Second. Still studying madly as if the end of the semester was tomorrow and all my papers were due. Oh wait. It is, and they are. Great. A few weeks ago I was praying these weeks would fly by and now that it is I’m praying that it will stop. Funny how you can never get the best of both worlds…
Also, I am really digging Jack Johnson’s new album, In Between Dreams. It’s a really colorful spring-summer album. The cover alone makes me dream of summer, listening to music on a car stereo. The album is really laid back acoustic stuff, a new way of making beach music. It’s hard to believe this guy was one of the best surfers in the world. I first discovered him in the video for the song Taylor which starred and (I believe) was directed by Ben Stiller who spends the majority of the video giving Johnson goofy ideas on how to make a video for Taylor.
I saw the video for the first single of this album, “Sitting, Waiting, Wishing” a few weeks ago when it was released. A more artsy (and messy) take on Coldplay’s rewinding “The Scientist“. I remember Chris Martin had to learn to sing the song in reverse to film it right, I suppose Jack Johnson did the same. He writes great lyrics that seem to roll off the tongue in rhyme.
The album name is pretty sweet considering these days I feel like I’m living life in between dreams. When I’m asleep I dream and when I’m awake studying I’m dreaming again. Not much space in between.
Songs to Check out: Constellations, Breakdown, No Other Way….hell…the whole album rocks
The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children’s laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
The voices echoed across the way
Its getting late
