I’m in love with my speakers. I’m just going to say it. They’re not even mine. But they’re in my living room vibrating my couch so… whatever. They’re mine right now. And I’m in love with them. Well, okay, maybe not the speakers so much as the beat. I like to feel it through my […]
August 9, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
Things I did not expect from this holiday: hearing the Mad Hatter singing, “Moves Like Jagger”.
July 9, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
So for reasons of… well, me being slightly confused at times, yesterday I was writing Path to the soundtrack I have for Wizards. On at least two occasions when I became aware of the commentary the music was making about what I was writing I giggled hard enough to dislodge my laptop, but a rather […]
July 6, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
I’m not entirely sure why, but this feels like rick-rolling… Maybe it’s because I tend to picture this song drunkenly stumbling its way across the internet leaving iterations of itself like breadcrumbs in its path. This version is worth it though. Call Me Loki by Schae* * Lyrics and download link available at Schae’s tumblr.
June 20, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
This. No, really. Go. Click the squares. Actually, wait. Don’t. Do you have a minute? Okay. Is your boss anywhere nearby? Might want to do something about that… Okay. Are your speakers on? Right. Now. Click the squares.
June 7, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
A few days ago — call it last Thursday — while I was running I sort of accidentally listened to half of “Apollo 9” by Adam and the Ants. Since then I have been unable to get it out of my head. (Fi— Fi— Fi— Fi— Five. ) There is no reason for this. It’s […]
May 22, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
I went to see Florence and the Machine in concert on Friday. I haven’t slept that much since then, so my memories are snapshot: Lying on the concrete floor of the Dome the bass vibrating through my rib cage. Standing shoulder to shoulder with a mass of people, Rick pressed against my back, feeling the […]
October 12, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Just a quickie! ;D ~~~~~ Watching you clack the keys. Board silent to me—your head wired to the sound; all I have is the plastic depression, the acoustic hollow. Though I see your neck bent over the perfection of your music. It is watching the smoke of a firework blow after the bang. The laser […]
September 25, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
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