Total Recall.

I hope that last post wasn’t lame. I think it might have been lame.

I don’t want to have a music review blog. I can’t write them. They can’t be written. They can only be expressed through expressive hand gestures.

Deseret Island Blues.

Top five albums I overlook when I’m selecting my favourites, but never cease to blow my mind:

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  Boxer -- The National

  I forget about this one, sometimes (hey, isn’t that the point of a certain list?), but Matt Berninger’s deep voice and really off-put, gorgeous lyrics blow my mind every time I listen to it.

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  Person Pitch -- Panda Bear

  Probably the most warm album I’ve ever heard, it always reminds me of the last days of Spring, as they crackle and fade into Summer.

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  There Goes Rhymin' Simon -- Paul Simon

  I’d be lying if I said this being on the list, and American Tune being one of my all-time favourite songs (different list!) had nothing to do with one another. But that, along with a bunch of other folky tunes, make it a good album to relax, but not necessarily sleep.

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  The Unique -- Thelonious Monk

  Thelonious Monk standards album. Yeah.

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  Pink Moon -- Nick Drake

  Such pretty, sad, lonely nighttime-walking music. Disclaimer: can probably make you feel like you’re out for a nice walk at night without you leaving your seat.

Can I have a gossip blog?

The Confidence Game.

I don’t know what to blog about.

Hello.

If one were to glance into my blogging history, one would find several blogs, all of which are now deceased. Yes, one might even deduct from this that, because I have had such a vast number of blogs, sprawling over several different topics and themes, that I might be an “expert” at blogging.

I assure you, this is not the case.

Let’s take a look at my pat few blogs.

1. Fake Plastic Trees — A blog about life (or something like it), which went the way of the dodo shortly after I forgot my password, due to a lack of use.
2. March Of The Swivelheads — Arguably, the greatest blog name of all time, this ol’ bean followed the struggle of a young man in modern society. It was also extremely boring.
3. The Small Print – What started as a photography blog, quickly transformed into a poetry blog. Alas, it ended as… nothing. I deleted it.

There was another one, too, a malgamation of all three blog archtypes, but I don’t really remember much about it, other than that I didn’t like the url, and decided to delete it too. I hope with Pictures Of Home that I can do a few things; find an outlet to post and share my creative juices (or lack thereof), whether they be with music, photography, poetry, or whatever the Hell I feel.

I think this is the part where I close my eyes, hold my breath, and take a big leap.