tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25285046552397765442024-03-12T20:41:49.836-07:00The Art of the Mix Tapemaking your daily playlist, with loveClaire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-74434129895439224022013-03-27T14:35:00.000-07:002013-03-27T16:52:32.425-07:00Now, Now<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
"Find a thread to pull, and we can watch it unravel." So sings Cacie Dalager on "Thread" – the hit single off her band Now, Now’s highly-touted, almost-eponymous sophomore release, <i>Threads</i>. If an album could be represented by just one of its tiny, unassuming sentences, I get the feeling this would be it. Traced throughout each of the album’s carefully executed tracks, the masochistic, messy roots of what it means to unravel are plainly documented here, and they are here from the first ten seconds.</div>
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Since the album’s debut last March, the Minneapolis-based trio has earned serious praise. Dalager and her two band mates, Brad Hale (drums) and Jess Abbot (guitar) had already spent time on the road with Paramore and opened for Mates of State when they made their first television appearance on Fallon last November, and before long they were everywhere. The Current. SPIN. The back of your mind. And for good reason. <i>Threads</i> is an album replete with youthful yearning but lacking the saccharine, Swift-esque naiveté that seems to run rampant these days. Don’t bother Dalager with "we-are-never-ever-getting-back- togethers," she’s too busy layering complex metaphors over hazy guitars and nostalgic, grunge-era hooks. “It may be different now,” Dalager proclaims on "Prehistoric," "but the pattern won’t wash out."<br />
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The trio has achieved on <i>Threads</i> what any great band aims to do: make the construction of their carefully created themes and symbols appear seamless. If Now, Now reminds you of some of the better punk-rock groups from your youth on a small dose of Xanax it's no mistake: the album packs a heavy punch under dreamy, veiled nonchalance. The slight yearning brewing in Dalager's voice isn't anger or bitterness; it's not even depression. It doesn't need to be the loudest or the angriest; the frenetic sounds behind her carry enough rock credential. Instead, her voice remains calm and honest and delivers an appropriate amount of that divisive old device: angst. Which, by the way, does not need to be thrown out the window as you enter adulthood, but rather <i>refined</i> so your bad-assery is delivered in more unique and purposeful ways. Your angst has to have meaning. It has to tell a story. It has to help someone or convey some universal truth. And that is exactly what <i>Threads</i> does.<br />
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Beyond the easy Tegan and Sara comparisons, this album lays claim to a unique sound<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">—</span>one that conjures up nothing but its own magic. Dalager & Co. weave themes of patterns formed, threads pulled, and relationships come undone throughout the album, and they do it without being predictable, trite, or (hipster gasp!) trying too hard. In fact, for someone so young, Dalager dishes out the cold, hard truth in deliciously wise bites a la Leslie Feist or Chan Marshall. The album stings in a beautiful way that’s only as sad as it is honest. “I am what you need when you can’t find it somewhere else,” she sings on "But I Do." "I am what you want when you don’t want anything else." Rather than cry over spilt milk, Dalager contemplates the fact that shit spills at all, turning her almost-youthful-angst into more acute, mature awareness. Afterall, everyone unravels from time to time. Only rarely do we have the chance to get to know our own unraveling so well through an album as intimate as <i>Threads</i>.Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-18071620672221055712012-12-31T11:32:00.002-08:002012-12-31T15:14:38.121-08:00NO THANKS BRO<b>Things Society Thinks I Need to Do That I'm Not Feelin'</b><br />
(brought to you by <i>Pearl Jam</i>...)<br />
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<b>1) Learn to Cook</b><br />
I did not come equipped to this planet with a desire to create food, for myself or others. This is terribly ironic given how much I enjoy eating. Growing up the daughter of restaurant people, I've loved food and the life events it centers around. I love mulling over a bottle of wine and a huge plate of pasta and talking about God. I love a steady flow of parmesan cheese on pretty much everything. I love huge salads, meatballs bigger than your face, beef stews, and potato everything. You know that expression, "it tastes so much better when you make it yourself?" I'm calling bullshit! At least for myself. No, things taste way better when someone else makes it for you.<br />
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Now, this is not to say that I don't boil water and toast sandwiches and crack eggs. I'm not a cave woman guys, I do know how to do some (very) basic things. But entering my mid twenties (ha that's hilarious) I recognize the growing pressure and, for some women, sincere desire, to buy cookbooks and follow recipes and generally learn how to sustain your body on your own. I have total respect for that, and the world needs you, people who like to cook, so you can cook for people like me who don't.<br />
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Most people would agree that learning to cook is an essential life skill, like swimming or not rolling your eyes when someone says something stupid. Unfortunately, I also can't fight the eye-roll, and I do the breast-stroke for about three minutes before drowning in 3 feet of water. Oh well! That's what restaurants are for. (And life vests!) And as long as there are restaurants, I will be shelling it out for a good cheese plate whenever I can afford it.<br />
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<b>2) Be One Half of One Whole Person!</b><br />
Wow, I know how annoying it is to listen to a single woman bash relationships - so that is not my intent. Neither will I proclaim LOVE IS DEAD or LOVE IS A LIE even though you gotta admit, those are two pretty convincing arguments. What I will note, however, is that Tis The Season for people to remind you life is modeled around finding your other half.<br />
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There are loads of benefits to NOT doing this. For one, you have to lie a lot less. "Yeah that shirt looks great," "aw you look JUST like (insert hot celebrity you fantasize about)" or "your family is GREAT!" and you get to spend a lot more time re-connecting with who YOU are. Some people are better at this than others. My famous play is buying a bunch of books I tend not to read. Dude, I'm totally gonna read all this literature and know a ton of shit and then when I do go on a date I'll be like WHOA can you believe Hemingway? And he'll be all...I don't know who Hemingway is because a lot of boys are stupid.<br />
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In the end, I think I'm enough of one half of one whole person for any other halfsie to handle.<br />
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<b>3) Listen to Stupid People</b><br />
There is too much "let's agree to disagree" bullshit out there. You know what I want to see more of in 2013? "I think you're wrong, go away!" Why isn't that a thing?? Is this just a Midwestern situation, or what? Moral relativism is overrated. It's time to acknowledge that not all opinions are created equally. For example, don't you think "what do you do?" or "any big plans for the weekend?" should no longer be acceptable forms of conversation?<br />
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<b>4) Belittle Enthusiasm</b><br />
If you can't be passionate about something, you're dead. Pay attention to what excites you - and what excites other people. If it's rallying for a good cause, or the perfect chocolate chip cookie - those are equally wonderful signs that you are a human being and you can still get excited about something. I hope no matter how cynical you or I become, we still long to express a passionate response to human existence. Some are more expressive about their passions than others. That's okay too. I hope a smile at least crosses your face when you think about the fact that you can do anything you want at any time in your life. That you live in a time and place where you have endless opportunities - and instead of letting that shut you down, I hope it opens you up. Trying not to shut down in a world where it would be tremendously easy to do so is a daily challenge. But it's staying open to the passion and joy and purpose of life that makes us able to connect with others who feel it too. It's staying open that allows enthusiasm for life's small things to enter through us, and keeps us from becoming paralyzed and cold - towards ourselves and others.<br />
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<b>5) Reference Dumb Quotes</b><br />
"Live, laugh, love, bitches!!!" or "I wanna be the girl that ALWAYS SMILES EVEN THOUGH SHE'S HIDING SOMETHING." Can we stop getting our words from Marilyn Monroe? Someone start handing out Emily Dickinson to these girls, PLEASE.<br />
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<b>6) Get Wasted 24/7</b><br />
Not claiming straight-edgeness or even attempting to condemn drinking to have fun. Just sayin - DOES ANYBODY LIKE TO DO ANYTHING ELSE BUT DRINK. I mean, is there anyone who will hit up a museum with me, go to a concert, walk around the lake, or see a show that isn't over the age of 30 with me because I'm struggling here. I'm a whiskey girl, and it's definitely gotten me in trouble slash contributed to some awful moments in my life. Nowadays, I enjoy a few cocktails over dinner, and sometimes like to go dancing or situate myself at an Irish pub. But I genuinely do not want to black out. I genuinely do not care about getting so out of control that I don't remember what happened the night before. It seems like our 9 to 5 culture gives us permission to turn into a total fucking asshole Friday night and forget that we're miserable during the week. It's like we think we DESERVE to get drunk for how hard we work. I can see it now on someone's FB profile. "Bill works hard, and PLAYS HARDER." See Bill drink. Bill acts like a dick. Bill is not happy with himself or the discontent he's never dealt with, and now Bill is going to spend a bunch of money buying girls drinks that have no interest in him. It gives me weird feelings, bros. It gives me lots of weird feelings.<br />
I've spent too much money on therapy and too much time thinking back on things to believe that drinking too much will let you forget what you're not happy with. It won't. It will just keep those nagging thoughts at bay for you until you're ready to really handle them.<br />
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<b>7) Apologize for eating.</b><br />
"Oh my god I ate SO MUCH." Okay. Did you enjoy yourself? I'm not sure what you want me to say to that. And can we stop with the "THINSPIRATION" boards and crazy detoxes? You think those gorgeous Italian women from the 1950s drank nothing but vinegar for four days after eating a bunch of pizza? No. They did not. They were practical, and they were practically perfect. <br />
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Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-67111346903734995562012-11-19T20:34:00.000-08:002012-11-19T20:38:06.780-08:00Bad ReligionI dare you to not give as much of a fuck today as you normally do.<br />
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Whether it be what you look like, or how others perceive you, or the outcome of all the situations you are anticipating. (As The Shins would say, <i>Caring is Creepy.</i>) I know, I am usually the poster-child for embracing expressive emotion, and today is no different. I'm actually daring you to not care so much what other people think about you, or your emotions, or all the labels you put on yourself and everything else all day long.<br />
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Lately I find my creative inclinations dwindling as my new job renders me with a stack of 5-10 stories every day, each with a new deadline, and most of the music I've been into lately is far from new. I can't remember a time in my life when I'm felt more out of fucks to give about other peoples' opinions. Pretty much everyone you meet in life comes equipped with their own BS that they will try to project on you to justify their own life choices. This is inevitable. The more I see myself stepping up to the corporate aspect of creativity, the more I know in my soul that with graduation looming ahead, a change has already taken place. I no longer see a job or a relationship as the grounding force in my life that will satisfy my needs. I feel untethered to travel wherever I want to, do whatever I want to, knowing that stepping up to or away from any title will never define me. I will never let my future depend on another soul. And that is terrifyingly cool.<br />
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So here you go, a little Alabama Shakes for ya + a live version of my fave Frank Ocean track. I think they go together quite nicely. If it brings you to your knees...it's a bad religion.<br />
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I searched endlessly to get my paws on all 13 tracks, hooked on the melodic interval songs vaguely reminiscent of early <i>Radiohead</i> and the more verbose tracks with gentle monikers such as <i>Perfectly Aligned </i>and <i>Son My Son.</i> I heard the struggle of actualizing adulthood with the words "When we're older/can I still come over?" on <i>Silent Way</i> and I was urged to stop resisting things as they were upon hearing "Close your eyes/everything is perfectly aligned" on <i>Perfectly Aligned</i>. I looked around. I breathed in and out. I slowly digested every chorus.<br />
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There are days when we exhaust all our resources. We lean on friends or family or distractions or feelings to quietly ease the noise in our head distressing our present moment. I believe any self-aware individual has these moments. They are the nervous tick motions of the head to the left, as Andrew Bird would describe them. They are the thorns in our paws, the soft spots we drift to when life seems to pile us under all of its massive expectations. If ever there were a quote I could get behind, "music is the opiate of the masses" would be it. Music is the one resource that is almost inexhaustible. There is always something new to discover. A new harmony or a couple of words or a note that hits you at the exact moment that you have <i>felt </i>that note in your soul. These moments are what make me an obnoxiously loyal follower to the cult of music. I will follow new music to the edges of the earth! (Or maybe just the middle of the night). I will be forever chasing that next wonderful moment that keeps me believing, that assures me of my humanity and all of its decency. <i>Milo Greene </i>was inexhaustible for me today, and that is why we fell in love.<br />
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Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-69389588692029114762012-10-05T18:12:00.001-07:002012-10-05T18:13:12.167-07:00Marry Me to the Sky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A veteran force to be reckoned with debuts a fresh new sound on <i>Sun</i>. The latest from Cat Power finds Chan Marshall not only straying from her usual bluesy tone but integrating a moral compass that competes with quicker tempos and richer rhythms that delve into powerful, uncharted territory. While Marshall's previous endeavors may have been all about the smoky, moody tonal qualities of her voice, <i>Sun</i> pays respect to Marshall's writing laurels. The production quality on "Cherokee" for example, is equally as wonderful as Marshall's sharp, tasty words, which sting you with beautiful rawness and metaphysical yearning. <br />
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<b>"A wise, self-respecting woman can feel every wave" - Chan Marshall</b></div>
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Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-84797110667388648322012-09-08T16:52:00.000-07:002012-09-08T17:05:03.436-07:00Let's Get Weird<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBvKHEO7VFg8e6j64_0VBbmM2wM0YDaKRD-O4mja_is5MW9AKDgITiZpvv08Rn9aS5xzSI4sAnqOwJjSMRRouVFguW1bZh31-1s3c4_7LSBp7nGD6rpubt4o_mTr3sJZwgJKcKOik-_M/s1600/St.-Vincent-David-Byrne-Love-This-Giant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBvKHEO7VFg8e6j64_0VBbmM2wM0YDaKRD-O4mja_is5MW9AKDgITiZpvv08Rn9aS5xzSI4sAnqOwJjSMRRouVFguW1bZh31-1s3c4_7LSBp7nGD6rpubt4o_mTr3sJZwgJKcKOik-_M/s400/St.-Vincent-David-Byrne-Love-This-Giant.jpg" /></a></div>So. If you don't know who David Byrne is, you might want to do a little wikipedia-ing, or googling, or ask Siri-ing, because it's about time you found out what the former singer of <b>The Talking Heads</b> has been up to for the past few decades. Not only has he published a book, <i>How Music Works,</i> but retained a close-knit avante garde following through his solo albums and spent his spare time curating photography books. Enter Annie Clark, or <b>St. Vincent</b>. Byrne was apparently so struck with Clark's tongue-in-cheek "Actor out of Work" video, he started courting her for collaboration. What's been born out of these two lovely minds is the strangest, most undoubtedly creative and flavorful pop album to debut in ages. (And don't worry, those are prostheses on the album cover). Here's the video for their first single, "Who."<br />
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For more of Byrne + Clark's beautifully offbeat sound, check out the full length release, "Love This Giant" which will be released this Tuesday.<br />
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<b>Lost in the Light - Bahamas</b><br />
With a Neil Young howl at the bridge and an eerily comforting tone (think Antony & the Johnsons minus the sadistic vibe,) Bahamas kill me with kindness with this track. <b>I dare you not to love it.</b><br />
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<i>it was my greatest thrill when we just stood still, <br />
you let me hold your hand til i had my fill<br />
cause this life is so long, and so you wouldn't be wrong, <br />
bein free, leavin me on my own.</i><br />
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<b>Carsong - Spankrock feat. Santigold</b><br />
Santigold steals the show for me on this one, per usual, making this one of the most awesomely balanced, addictive songs I've heard in a while.<br />
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<b>The Celestials - Smashing Pumpkins</b><br />
The Pumpkins remain one of my favorite bands, and they make me think of fall and joy-riding and I love Billy Corgan and the pretty words he says so bravely. <i>("Everything i want is free.")</i><br />
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<b>Congratulations - MGMT</b><br />
Amazing song, amazing message. <br />
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<b>Motherland - Apollo Cobra</b><br />
Addictive, sugary-synth rock candy.<br />
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<b>Just Drums - Tapes n' Tapes</b><br />
A hot, jumpy classic that's hard not to dig. Always sounds a little better come September.<br />
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<b>How it Ends - Devotchka</b><br />
Beautiful, obsessive, relentless, haunting, melodic, perfect. The end credit to every movie, every story, every thought.<br />
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Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-20370661918720501382012-08-12T14:11:00.000-07:002012-09-03T09:42:29.283-07:00Better ThingsAlways loved this song, but when it came on my shuffle this afternoon I couldn't help but smile. Go have yourself a lil' happy dance. There are better things to do.<br />
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<i>I'm biting my lip<br />
as confidence is speaking to me<br />
I loosen my grip from my palm<br />
and put it on your knee<br />
In my way, I say:<br />
"You're the reason why I'll move to the city, or<br />
why I'll need to leave"<br />
It's not because I always hold on<br />
It might be I always hold out.</i>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-91465440426575701612012-07-11T20:26:00.002-07:002012-09-08T16:27:11.796-07:00Rules For BeingGot this via The Daily Love, thought I might share. Found Rule #4 especially relevant to my own life, and the lives of others around me. We get "the lesson" as many times as we need to truly learn it. Sometimes this can be a harsh reality, but until we learn what this lesson has meant to teach us, I truly believe all of us can be susceptible to repeating the same negative patterns in life. Hard to let these rules sink in by reading them: life-affirming when you realize you have lived some and recognize them in these words. Nothing to do with music, but everything to do with life. Enjoy.<br />
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<b>Top Ten Rules for Being Human</b> <br />
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<b>Rule One</b> - You will receive a body. Whether you love it or hate it, it's yours for life, so accept it. What counts is what's inside.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowx6P9bFt2V8HyOARDKnYbBVOG-baOTw1TSyt3P0EGwVIO5nYSD0grdkLdlBazCgWINsSOLbBMmmkbkXz249eeyq42nHhV6Hz_pMj7544vDSM6b6mXj5YEyIdLWZDJLrYIkIB5TWWc7s/s1600/ahead%252Clewis%252Cphotography%252Cquotes%252Croad-f71cfb51f3683230b98512d941f4cbf7_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowx6P9bFt2V8HyOARDKnYbBVOG-baOTw1TSyt3P0EGwVIO5nYSD0grdkLdlBazCgWINsSOLbBMmmkbkXz249eeyq42nHhV6Hz_pMj7544vDSM6b6mXj5YEyIdLWZDJLrYIkIB5TWWc7s/s400/ahead%252Clewis%252Cphotography%252Cquotes%252Croad-f71cfb51f3683230b98512d941f4cbf7_h.jpg" /></a></div><b>Rule Six</b> - "There" is no better than "here". The other side of the hill may be greener than your own, but being there is not the key to endless happiness. Be grateful for and enjoy what you have, and where you are on your journey. Appreciate the abundance of what's good in your life, rather than measure and amass things that do not actually lead to happiness. Living in the present helps you attain peace.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xFqaLej9Fiwp4H9ZJ-Ef8iw3Yh8UlqGiFVXohJ26aWoD_-AbSJCEF8ZZQRU3bPb47bUbvj9OF5T4vHDJ7hZVroOs0M_EYfEqcNGH8nxbz6ZPpR_QboBkGsrzlA585dqmQkiw-WMz-sg/s1600/tumblr_lg7qa3xAgi1qek8w1o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="334" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xFqaLej9Fiwp4H9ZJ-Ef8iw3Yh8UlqGiFVXohJ26aWoD_-AbSJCEF8ZZQRU3bPb47bUbvj9OF5T4vHDJ7hZVroOs0M_EYfEqcNGH8nxbz6ZPpR_QboBkGsrzlA585dqmQkiw-WMz-sg/s400/tumblr_lg7qa3xAgi1qek8w1o1_400_large.jpg" /></a></div><b>Rule Seven</b> - Others are only mirrors of you. You love or hate something about another person according to what love or hate about yourself. Be tolerant; accept others as they are, and strive for clarity of self-awareness; strive to truly understand and have an objective perception of your own self, your thoughts and feelings. Negative experiences are opportunities to heal the wounds that you carry. Support others, and by doing so you support yourself. Where you are unable to support others it is a sign that you are not adequately attending to your own needs.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiop2JVOppj2hkaASRmJb50sUhUyvW3Qw9FOhg3boXjW539ggzy070ujESIrKs-U5A9hOMQqW_uZevSs7nYv7xaFGxSmL0tgb_jNn3u3Vvyr-lPGn5hCd-N_mp0IJY5o0wXyJmytPPbaTU/s1600/tumblr_lmjsx2t6Mn1qd7db7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="227" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiop2JVOppj2hkaASRmJb50sUhUyvW3Qw9FOhg3boXjW539ggzy070ujESIrKs-U5A9hOMQqW_uZevSs7nYv7xaFGxSmL0tgb_jNn3u3Vvyr-lPGn5hCd-N_mp0IJY5o0wXyJmytPPbaTU/s400/tumblr_lmjsx2t6Mn1qd7db7o1_500_large.jpg" /></a></div><b>Rule Nine</b> - Your answers lie inside of you. Trust your instincts and your innermost feelings, whether you hear them as a little voice or a flash of inspiration. Listen to feelings as well as sounds. Look, listen, and trust. Draw on your natural inspiration.<br />
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- <b>Cherie Carter-Scott.</b> Scott is an author, life coach, and motivational speaker offering consulting and coaching on all aspects of change management.Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-48358561716720425532012-07-10T18:47:00.002-07:002012-09-04T21:05:10.508-07:00HeavenObsessed with this latest from The Walkmen. <br />
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Well, well, hell<br />
I am bad<br />
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Well, well, hell<br />
I am bad at loving<br />
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Well, well, hell<br />
I am bad at loving you<br />
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<br />Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-18883617731705901532012-05-23T15:07:00.001-07:002012-05-23T15:10:13.189-07:00DawesThis song touches on a complex subject way better than any Bible verse read at a wedding, Rachel McAdams movie, or V-Day card. Dawes helps its listener see love not as something which binds, or takes, or defines, or seduces, but an understanding and acceptance of another person without expectation. <br />
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<i>Love is not convenient, it does not cease at your command<br />
You might take and leave it,<br />
but<br />
Love is all I am.</i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidEHytqGi-PYzwZj33sTfJrVoSEKeJe_HtkqMsiZJEnYBufjPyAQuQHY-DXzRjOgS3oWrR8kGhmM8UYmb3rg5gXarH3WWESceI_99edEqgVjAdCBRA3jBtWuRJc0sGNLiTXFDSPWYlw5E/s1600/546222_278418065583121_201025109989084_572151_122496831_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="254" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidEHytqGi-PYzwZj33sTfJrVoSEKeJe_HtkqMsiZJEnYBufjPyAQuQHY-DXzRjOgS3oWrR8kGhmM8UYmb3rg5gXarH3WWESceI_99edEqgVjAdCBRA3jBtWuRJc0sGNLiTXFDSPWYlw5E/s400/546222_278418065583121_201025109989084_572151_122496831_n_large.jpg" /></a></div><i>I don't know where I belong<br />
I don't know where I went wrong<br />
But I can write a song (Hey!)</i><br />
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I belong with you, you belong with me in my sweet heart</i><br />
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Grung</i>e.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FP0svAwmpgZucAj1QmNNkHYqiVM1HO3iKYAZChBvJcxutgIlJMCIb83Ny3pB3IRZ7i9lYUxB49buWbucRH4-xa2UUwZZEQK02CUnsxXV5FvpdJSLxtAlLOhYIXqAoM0sltukLmTQZJs/s1600/boots%252Cfashion%252Cgirls%252Cgrunge%252Clegs%252Crock-8497ac05ab5dcb6d61d53932941319d7_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FP0svAwmpgZucAj1QmNNkHYqiVM1HO3iKYAZChBvJcxutgIlJMCIb83Ny3pB3IRZ7i9lYUxB49buWbucRH4-xa2UUwZZEQK02CUnsxXV5FvpdJSLxtAlLOhYIXqAoM0sltukLmTQZJs/s400/boots%252Cfashion%252Cgirls%252Cgrunge%252Clegs%252Crock-8497ac05ab5dcb6d61d53932941319d7_h.jpg" /></a></div>I'm changing the part of speech. Formerly a noun, now its verbage will include any action that implies plaid-wearing, dark gristly pianos and female voices both fragile and deeply terrifying. These two ladies take me back to the good ole days when some Fiona A's and Courtney L's were kicking ass in their combat boots while also wearing mesh tops and bubblegum-pink-lip-smackers a la Cher from Clueless. (Not to mention Portishead and Garbage were busy becoming some of the most innovative female-based alternative groups around.) <br />
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The original version of this song never struck me as something with emotional depth but hearing it slowed down gives me chills.<br />
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<i>Is it ever gonna be enough?</i><br />
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Similar but slightly less polished (in a fun way): Meg Myers. Brand new (and it shows) but I'm excited about what she'll do next, and not in a Lana-del-Ray kind of way but from a place of excitement reserved for raw musical emote-ing. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqpCf0F8CFPrfOD7n7TwVQTMPKBgGd6aoTSrhJlgKma-QhGX1KjoYoEeXX5cU6E29z41EN5zWyyW5NtvwAiyN7_TrOiNI35O9hdo-lxOJCdZjYU_ErkiaM3ZIvJjqM_8C_Sjs3hX6oO8/s1600/frida-kahlo-biography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="360" width="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqpCf0F8CFPrfOD7n7TwVQTMPKBgGd6aoTSrhJlgKma-QhGX1KjoYoEeXX5cU6E29z41EN5zWyyW5NtvwAiyN7_TrOiNI35O9hdo-lxOJCdZjYU_ErkiaM3ZIvJjqM_8C_Sjs3hX6oO8/s400/frida-kahlo-biography.jpg" /></a></div><b>But that's aside the fact. Five songs you need to hear:</b><br />
<b>1) Anna Sun - Walk The Moon</b><br />
Try not to love this too much. <i>Firecrackers in the east, my car parked south, your hands on my cheeks your shoulder in my mouth</i><br />
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<b>2) Lorge - El Ten Eleven</b><br />
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<b>3) Lay Your Cards Out - Polica</b><br />
Channy Moon formerly of Roma di Luna. Broken up from her hubby/former bandmate and making magic because of it.Hypnotizing.<br />
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<b>4) 40 Mark Strasse - The Shins</b><br />
I've been obsessed with this album.<br />
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<b>5) You're the Kind of Girl - Lee Fields</b><br />
Joyful.<iframe width="550" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yc13axfe9DQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-68625556847783705592011-08-05T09:00:00.001-07:002011-08-05T09:45:52.470-07:00One Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNV2IuFIFd0iwbG_N3rNi_o2uES4V_Z7EpPUbUguC35ObFv38IRP7mEtaXnZfefZuFEMP0hZsP6RrOfU3IUtYga3FiQaOk-vtyntnDoXMzjV_HRuKDVlq3MAOb18hO4jVVrmzOAVUIOw/s1600/tumblr_lpcbtnrZuD1qhoe3vo1_400_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNV2IuFIFd0iwbG_N3rNi_o2uES4V_Z7EpPUbUguC35ObFv38IRP7mEtaXnZfefZuFEMP0hZsP6RrOfU3IUtYga3FiQaOk-vtyntnDoXMzjV_HRuKDVlq3MAOb18hO4jVVrmzOAVUIOw/s400/tumblr_lpcbtnrZuD1qhoe3vo1_400_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637409200390644114" /></a>It's about that time in the summer when everything is filled with a hot recklessness; everything feels more urgent, at least to me. Simultaneously, lethargy is in the air and the things I most want to do include the kind of creative summer idleness usually reserved for children. (It's a shame to me that sidewalk chalk and laying on the floor first thing in the morning aren't considered nearly as socially acceptable at this age as they used to be...)<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWak2hAqAGDw7f_Dmri_vFhEdd6OSWhDX1zDsk2px4oaX-JeMdNuJeP1IRF7Tg6-6MAZxHsIG8Ak8EhoAdantBk0pSK26KO6RkQRS4ZVsMb6SCmW-exIlRpWbIkaAcefjRQ9rdjr8Y6eE/s1600/23485_1335546390078_1273620820_31675045_303807_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWak2hAqAGDw7f_Dmri_vFhEdd6OSWhDX1zDsk2px4oaX-JeMdNuJeP1IRF7Tg6-6MAZxHsIG8Ak8EhoAdantBk0pSK26KO6RkQRS4ZVsMb6SCmW-exIlRpWbIkaAcefjRQ9rdjr8Y6eE/s400/23485_1335546390078_1273620820_31675045_303807_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637409417846761826" /></a>One of the biggest balancing acts I have tried to discern lately is how to grow up without losing my imagination. I know that sounds very peter-pan-syndrome to some of you but it genuinely terrifies me that gaining too much perspective on the realities of grown up existence will somehow poison the creative spark I've felt is one of the few small treasures no one can take away from me. From the time I could hold a pencil, I have been writing down the things I imagine. Ask anyone whose been forced to listen to my dreams (always fun, right?) and they will tell you that while in day to day life I can be practical, left to my own devices my subconscious mind over-flows with concepts, characters, and dreams I've always felt I had to share with the world. While the last few years have seen me attempt to garner more responsibility and take more control of my actions, that also means perhaps giving up some of the whimsy and idleness required for genuine creativity to flourish. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TDvHgHKlvU1ZGlJNsDQjhxnXdLihOiNcVCe4URFDjagVU8H9izbstD1lGqNUnAUML2GNx8aTr0kG9Zqgp8pi86Q06AawBr0EOat3IDssTl8pOs9YfDaElMbylBuu-XFJWdsD4vDTH8I/s1600/tumblr_lmrb32zv4Q1qzyd2oo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TDvHgHKlvU1ZGlJNsDQjhxnXdLihOiNcVCe4URFDjagVU8H9izbstD1lGqNUnAUML2GNx8aTr0kG9Zqgp8pi86Q06AawBr0EOat3IDssTl8pOs9YfDaElMbylBuu-XFJWdsD4vDTH8I/s400/tumblr_lmrb32zv4Q1qzyd2oo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637411554341252338" /></a>I worry sometimes (big surprise) late at night that as I try to balance more and more things (as we are expected to do as the years go by), attempt to make my own money and finish school, I am losing sight of who I really am. All my life I've thought I'd NEVER stop writing, and in the last ten years I genuinely thought I'd never stop acting either. Now I only write for school it seems, which usually consists of defending my own writing, or writing about other people's writing, or reading what other people write about my writing, none of which are particularly fun. Meanwhile I try in spare moments to recapture any small semblance of unlimited imagination I used to possess as a child; I listen to music and see others who have fearlessly followed their dreams, read about women accomplishing more than they ever could before, and talk to friends who share the same artistic frustrations. Am I living my dream right now? No. But I'm living <b>A</b> dream right now, an incredibly wonderful life, a crazy beautiful life I'm blessed to have.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzbNFwtkTowuGSd1p6BQ9-3wnaKSt7E1oc5x7b2qNDT1a-LdCVC6Meu5i-YoHxRYHo7mrvyiykcPTmly1i4WQsVRicGQxVLzhpnkZWvkjqaqyMLzwFAlZONyZDpHbb5B9Geas-_YQpwg/s1600/tumblr_lmjpwbf3Y71qlnrzqo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzbNFwtkTowuGSd1p6BQ9-3wnaKSt7E1oc5x7b2qNDT1a-LdCVC6Meu5i-YoHxRYHo7mrvyiykcPTmly1i4WQsVRicGQxVLzhpnkZWvkjqaqyMLzwFAlZONyZDpHbb5B9Geas-_YQpwg/s400/tumblr_lmjpwbf3Y71qlnrzqo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637412979158028722" /></a>Working and finishing school are just means to the eventual ends, they do not define me or the person I am working to become. And the fact that these creative yearnings haven't disappeared from my field of vision, the fact that they haunt me in my sleep, whisper to me late at night they will never leave as long as I remember them, gives me hope that one day they will manifest into something amazing which I can be genuinely proud of.</div></div><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/asucnxxX83w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWSbwV_jWRiuLY946RXnEkW7gmXe9M3og78BYEggXtJWWiR5kORlW8tmJMGFaX2oMTQYJB9IbNrdCPgl4Qy1ce-cwLdWUdtnoxOiVJCstXi7JTGg1sAtGb8WJ4-x0y44nZZJLWXBDxkM/s1600/a%252Bfew%252Btimes%252Bin%252Bmy%252Blife_large.bmp.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWSbwV_jWRiuLY946RXnEkW7gmXe9M3og78BYEggXtJWWiR5kORlW8tmJMGFaX2oMTQYJB9IbNrdCPgl4Qy1ce-cwLdWUdtnoxOiVJCstXi7JTGg1sAtGb8WJ4-x0y44nZZJLWXBDxkM/s400/a%252Bfew%252Btimes%252Bin%252Bmy%252Blife_large.bmp.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637412057394049906" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-1732938564210605542011-07-25T21:15:00.000-07:002011-07-25T21:32:16.967-07:00For AmyThe young rich and famous have notoriously made many a front page news column for lude behavior or drug-fueled mishaps. When the world lost Amy Winehouse this weekend, however, they didn't just lose a famous addict; they lost a troubled human being who happened to possess one of the most soulful, promising, and passionate voices of her generation and beyond. Society is so quick to remind us that Winehouse was on a self-destructive path, but what I truly wish they would emphasize more than her troubled life was the legacy she has left behind. Many may copy her bee-hive hair-do, but I dare anyone to listen to her live taping of <i>Valerie</i> or <i>Love Is A Losing Game</i> without standing in awe of the raw talent we unfortunately lost too soon. There are one too many auto-tuned, sexed-up-without-explanation, blow-up-doll-looking pop stars out there and too few artists with soul. I can't explain my connection with Winehouse, all I know is her music was powerful and touched me in a way few artists have. She was haunted by personal demons and, perhaps in some lights, brave enough to release them through song. I sincerely wish she could have pulled herself out of some of her habits but choose to honor her artistic legacy as a woman who sung with unbelievable strength and probably loved just as fiercely. A notoriously shy public figure, I only wish Winehouse is at peace somehow and can see how much her fans appreciated her talent and will continue to remember her amazing voice.<div>xx this one's for you, wino</div><div><br /></div><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1ykeiUokVaQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-72612349515631444832011-06-12T19:18:00.000-07:002011-06-12T19:41:16.084-07:00I Won't Keep YouPrevious St. Paul resident and Mason Jennings tour-mate <span style="font-weight:bold;">Haley Bona</span>r is no stranger to local accolades, but with her recent move to Portland and her latest release, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Golder</span>, Haley may be on her way to nationally-renowned musical success. The strongest single off of <span style="font-weight:bold;">Golder</span> is easily the delicately nostalgic <span style="font-style:italic;">Silver Zephyrs</span>. Bonar's careful lyrical arrangements and soulful vocal balance create a track of unparalleled beauty and ease.<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6eEQTFiwZtI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br />Tried hard to leave the earth, but the strings pulled too hard<br />If you want to find escape, there's a place in your back yard<br />Lying flat upon our backs, watching silver zephyrs pass<br />The sky is auburn, the night is sleeping in the past...<br />I won't keep you<br />Trash piles on the curb, what do you love now that there's no me?<br />Go and make your pretty world, it doesn't take a telescope to see<br />I won't keep you<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t_Lb4OXpip3BXU4vvClOQ6VEcg5VD2hEFDCw0IyTSCbUO_LJayU5__jCXU3uw-4s7XslSGaajWK1ATylaLMVf9-mnr_NYZ4sRQC0RPduSmVszuCe1mqbHY6p89dXFjME8iUPCYSkxm4/s1600/tumblr_lmph8zkMYb1qc891yo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t_Lb4OXpip3BXU4vvClOQ6VEcg5VD2hEFDCw0IyTSCbUO_LJayU5__jCXU3uw-4s7XslSGaajWK1ATylaLMVf9-mnr_NYZ4sRQC0RPduSmVszuCe1mqbHY6p89dXFjME8iUPCYSkxm4/s400/tumblr_lmph8zkMYb1qc891yo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617526452200974434" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKvjKVbo3tgiLG_W2vwW2WIpelP8CfObpTUcKeiGr_M-vgqC-nx3oCWrIFjgSiOvilRIo0A-qJXHDF9LdkFSMrKU0PkTmP1Wt-cs_cOjz14-f1dThYiicPqfQlEygN0QXBsJbMsXPku0/s1600/tumblr_lftl7nwkls1qgvm4oo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKvjKVbo3tgiLG_W2vwW2WIpelP8CfObpTUcKeiGr_M-vgqC-nx3oCWrIFjgSiOvilRIo0A-qJXHDF9LdkFSMrKU0PkTmP1Wt-cs_cOjz14-f1dThYiicPqfQlEygN0QXBsJbMsXPku0/s400/tumblr_lftl7nwkls1qgvm4oo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617526951336412898" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiF8v09XX-21QW9hIraiFOY6Qh9XjfV7DDAFHR302lJF_z4cdHJGu4wYzoYMRSRpK8Z0cSFzVsmc4-M5NlGPb84oYAqnD-0buLVL8wDLkf4keudGD9S4VH4XJCdjKzGID5vXa4D70UnPo/s1600/tumblr_lluzh1M62A1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiF8v09XX-21QW9hIraiFOY6Qh9XjfV7DDAFHR302lJF_z4cdHJGu4wYzoYMRSRpK8Z0cSFzVsmc4-M5NlGPb84oYAqnD-0buLVL8wDLkf4keudGD9S4VH4XJCdjKzGID5vXa4D70UnPo/s400/tumblr_lluzh1M62A1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617527269820631858" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-37469489987249986202011-05-31T10:05:00.000-07:002011-05-31T11:48:56.698-07:00[North]-West Coast FolkSeattle Indie-Rockers <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Cave Singers</span> caught my ear with their uniquely orchestrated folk-jam <span style="font-weight:bold;">Swim Club</span>. Released on their third LP <span style="font-style:italic;">No Witch</span>, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Swim Club</span> is the perfect sampling of what <span style="font-weight:bold;">TCS</span> are all about, and every other track comes highly recommended.<br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PoKzyr4zMNE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bjBcuWUvW92kuAY6ZlevokzN6TnJmafaZlQwL9lqhFNNdbnzHJ5KN3zj5pnNT_Fi8XSebiTdLrqDvlL51H19QPiLITwSXWZU4gQaEl_KQ56jy4s1DiNEPJhfo9JzQr2afObu1rM6T6w/s1600/tumblr_l5g9fmOmf01qb1eb9o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bjBcuWUvW92kuAY6ZlevokzN6TnJmafaZlQwL9lqhFNNdbnzHJ5KN3zj5pnNT_Fi8XSebiTdLrqDvlL51H19QPiLITwSXWZU4gQaEl_KQ56jy4s1DiNEPJhfo9JzQr2afObu1rM6T6w/s400/tumblr_l5g9fmOmf01qb1eb9o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612952113903588610" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7jVfhcuoU4qOzce9xMiL8-6SxqezKrBbrPAEqHhuJmyRyLNyTa6-fKQ4jdDeI0w2oVVQWs29SEqOnfyDl7CKq7uzCmmh3nv3fXk7YHJ0NFVgm1EECaFlE2dst6eq1mV6JRopb3_Y4NQ/s1600/tumblr_ljemjkKLnz1qfogtao1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7jVfhcuoU4qOzce9xMiL8-6SxqezKrBbrPAEqHhuJmyRyLNyTa6-fKQ4jdDeI0w2oVVQWs29SEqOnfyDl7CKq7uzCmmh3nv3fXk7YHJ0NFVgm1EECaFlE2dst6eq1mV6JRopb3_Y4NQ/s400/tumblr_ljemjkKLnz1qfogtao1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612952301389874594" /></a><br />Another Seattle folk band, <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Head and the Heart</span>, are relatively new to the independent music scene but have already garnered serious accolades for their Avett-Brothers-esque accessibility and easy-going harmonies. Their latest self-titled album is the perfect summer soundtrack to get lost in. Some immediate standouts are <span style="font-weight:bold;">Lost in my Mind</span>, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Cats & Dogs</span>, and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Coeur D'Alen</span>e.<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xjoA4nYBD5U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3pqHlh-GGXxOdNX0_uCB-gBwLElA0XeiXo3u_ZBU8TT9wFJvDlvxIAMK3VAKITrPoYFBxIx9oCnexH2v763QDVjhlqe-qwtPg9sDvfRnLIrzTbs0H1e_-q00ggdpwqlNOv-WuEXOgS4/s1600/tumblr_ljkhlov5t21qcjjioo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3pqHlh-GGXxOdNX0_uCB-gBwLElA0XeiXo3u_ZBU8TT9wFJvDlvxIAMK3VAKITrPoYFBxIx9oCnexH2v763QDVjhlqe-qwtPg9sDvfRnLIrzTbs0H1e_-q00ggdpwqlNOv-WuEXOgS4/s400/tumblr_ljkhlov5t21qcjjioo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612951943922742418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdt_JVgSBp495vTPvZ1l7EsISq-RhseG12K0xKnibalpyC3pMir-KJfL8UsAXhR39tW14fkP22sHifCvaWF2afcfLbIOcEHGj5-iacVWPXIt534ZhW-ETS8NYbW67LmJKR2gn37C1BIk/s1600/tumblr_llkf7eFLZK1qea223o1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdt_JVgSBp495vTPvZ1l7EsISq-RhseG12K0xKnibalpyC3pMir-KJfL8UsAXhR39tW14fkP22sHifCvaWF2afcfLbIOcEHGj5-iacVWPXIt534ZhW-ETS8NYbW67LmJKR2gn37C1BIk/s400/tumblr_llkf7eFLZK1qea223o1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612951802559714290" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-21087509415918341852011-05-23T23:23:00.000-07:002011-05-23T23:27:52.281-07:00LuckA fan of <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Owl</span>s since 2005, I've seldom since come across simpler, more poignant vocals paired with such minimalist yet complex lyrics. I heard this on a rainy day and have been obsessed with it whatever the weather ever since.<br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iNMT3CDv5RE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc4TaI18eXTYZT-7LDF2UFFmnMC_x9exG81XbYi6W01qY-kkQpBVengymO7_bZRnYZ9eTjTl0Ch34JQWsUyvflF-T_GUGg4oUlpW_2sUSHVmaQdU4kU4CzhGqsaPErLj5RXortfYVBFI/s1600/tumblr_llo53fk46r1qebrddo1_500_large.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc4TaI18eXTYZT-7LDF2UFFmnMC_x9exG81XbYi6W01qY-kkQpBVengymO7_bZRnYZ9eTjTl0Ch34JQWsUyvflF-T_GUGg4oUlpW_2sUSHVmaQdU4kU4CzhGqsaPErLj5RXortfYVBFI/s400/tumblr_llo53fk46r1qebrddo1_500_large.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610165188850825026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZQBOD-F6x6CU4ToETEVNl5TK6CbYgpp2qOq6d4ofVEOB_y1sP8ui81V3yRlhUUd_xxiQIC8pmVE9ZTBBGa1mCItNQBSlleRMowqIelpy-KQ8PGcFfRrv1hovsGBNNjBAuv38ez-50-g/s1600/tumblr_liuzszafHJ1qf4tseo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZQBOD-F6x6CU4ToETEVNl5TK6CbYgpp2qOq6d4ofVEOB_y1sP8ui81V3yRlhUUd_xxiQIC8pmVE9ZTBBGa1mCItNQBSlleRMowqIelpy-KQ8PGcFfRrv1hovsGBNNjBAuv38ez-50-g/s400/tumblr_liuzszafHJ1qf4tseo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610164660397823106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzDO6IYoIN5b6yWuudYDri_2cp0-xG3EdCGj0omXGIQI08ctdI0r90JrpdkQMo7rH7RW6PnbmDn9cjAI0LIzt1I6picptGC4N9QpEbNyTR3fCJfJgsTRToNcTPsPohXaz5Jdu8mP5COA/s1600/art-around-4_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzDO6IYoIN5b6yWuudYDri_2cp0-xG3EdCGj0omXGIQI08ctdI0r90JrpdkQMo7rH7RW6PnbmDn9cjAI0LIzt1I6picptGC4N9QpEbNyTR3fCJfJgsTRToNcTPsPohXaz5Jdu8mP5COA/s400/art-around-4_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610165550183111618" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-44713721496727684422011-05-13T13:35:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:52:01.953-07:00Stone Rollin'Obviously.<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wHyalVRUXrA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br />Happy Weekend<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GFuNsChx7WKWjHyAD3RDHrVdor4UXvTskZrdnnMlJLNxzq0hUgS7oGiYyiM8yzdWV6LSv74x7p5engNefPT1nFAk92ffTw63ejOYXaZhaa5YIqLF2yr6Nsm-kGIRzB6wolak8IPvDlI/s1600/75342_1747638893942_1327914449_31966499_2115930_n_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIaidlLiCbqv4YRpkUWK2qbTn34n7V_gNy7_RM5Zzp7D2a9i_X1p4yJsSRwDj0u6B40wsFdX9Q7OmVKEESaTt6UWFkKvaZHl7fZaYp9O90uLfzGKrSr1cbM3k6QjnWYKNBfUWu2UQy04/s400/tumblr_lk993y8L5R1qasfhmo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606305794671964786" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-62503139284030391062011-05-01T09:29:00.000-07:002011-05-01T09:57:40.666-07:00Rubies & RocksEqual parts Regina Spektor and Tegan & Sara, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Mirah & Thao</span> are the hottest musical marriage of the year. Capable of taking indie-rock to new heights with slow-building rhythmic melodies and unique emotional nuances most artists can only envy, these are two badass ladies. Their debut album, "Thao & Mirah" was released last week and I can't think of a more promising debut. Two immediate standouts were "Rubies & Rocks" and "Little Cup".<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Rubies and Rocks</span><br />With a booming brass section and bold lyricism to boot, it's hard to resist M&T's eclectic charm.<br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wFqCPpcLinA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">i never wanted to stop, stop, stop<br />just wanted to roll, roll, roll<br />you kept it hot, hot, hot<br />you knew how to hold me<br />but that would not hold</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiay9jZImV6R9GzTygOda3M1VuaM4_a0qT5wU1jNuqrc0_ucqXjUaP0UeiSaY9d6Mnok33qqrnnG_EFFD3tjVm1v8YQUZUzqSa4If2K77YuTQzH1mrf15Eh0SVlGMj-PJkecIvP-FboE4o/s1600/tumblr_lgkzmqEwo41qcysxeo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiay9jZImV6R9GzTygOda3M1VuaM4_a0qT5wU1jNuqrc0_ucqXjUaP0UeiSaY9d6Mnok33qqrnnG_EFFD3tjVm1v8YQUZUzqSa4If2K77YuTQzH1mrf15Eh0SVlGMj-PJkecIvP-FboE4o/s400/tumblr_lgkzmqEwo41qcysxeo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601790189636739394" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Little Cup</span><br />An impressively delicate but carefully arranged moment of love lost, presented with slow-building orchestration and a beautiful beat.<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OZ1PZ-Hu69M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">i chose the strangest little cup<br />to drink you from and stir you up<br />you were beautiful it's true<br />and all i ever wanted was<br />to be good to you</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6IiW3dFjSg_F2yk2cOTylIy66_poO_TEYqhnj3hNgH-BYTjsGYw-1uh85PPH_cRah5oubn2UURfl74oRnOmTDxiue6V0022fIdfCBO2bbPRP2rdnesMTxfJcOUFP8mUxTlO4bAWJxlI/s1600/b183779223_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6IiW3dFjSg_F2yk2cOTylIy66_poO_TEYqhnj3hNgH-BYTjsGYw-1uh85PPH_cRah5oubn2UURfl74oRnOmTDxiue6V0022fIdfCBO2bbPRP2rdnesMTxfJcOUFP8mUxTlO4bAWJxlI/s400/b183779223_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601789731844752706" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-85162785162544881552011-04-06T16:50:00.000-07:002011-04-06T18:44:01.600-07:00Two Against OneLatest release from Danger Mouse, featuring Jack White.<br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UibsjY5K-c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">make no mistake i don't do anything for free<br />i keep my enemies closer than my mirror ever gets to me<br />and if you think that there is shelter in this attitude<br />wait til you feel the warmth of my gratitude<br />i get the feeling that it's two against one<br />i'm already fighting me, so what's another one?<br />the mirror is a trigger and your mouth's a gun<br />lucky for me i'm not the only one</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpY5g4Mb21tj2IIZY3MgpOEoZxaCFFpyGu7gEYgac-8qYM-TGWJq-hs_8puzHrL9nb5aioyWjzuHWTYs237Ui6RezJwmCdSv3c9o6b7AIjcZBrFnPGIHn16C6Yx3Mg4OEOsbfMeSlufyY/s1600/tumblr_lisyrurBOL1qazg3ko1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQeHOhvTEBXVzYRPxjA8ND31JAodzMni0KkkD7OAmHu4iN4dXBfh6HqULI8ZkSi0QM6ARxw_WKPPDZqxwuKJtA_OuQ_Hxy6g-l6EEyJVQhvLwKaU7hKvNYY9pFBz5g7_7sX0Sygh6si4/s400/muller2-4a401cb6a5040_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592651175088799394" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528504655239776544.post-5414463253162946492011-03-30T17:18:00.000-07:002011-03-30T17:26:25.480-07:00YunaIf you've out-played the new Adele record, try a little Yuna. Even in this live performance, this woman possesses one of the smoothest most beautiful voices I've heard.<br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z_70wn5iBXw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8L3wwJvkkEL_BST9beZnh36I8DksY4vQR18lgVZ_ax_fWCZOR-4LMHM99YiwPHB9OIdZKNjoyxFcc-5PslctCgkFVTz5BkVQ3Y58DzRNJ2dolb8ri6-o1MzcKQ_8e7-A74SlfOXt89xI/s1600/113982_6825127_l_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8L3wwJvkkEL_BST9beZnh36I8DksY4vQR18lgVZ_ax_fWCZOR-4LMHM99YiwPHB9OIdZKNjoyxFcc-5PslctCgkFVTz5BkVQ3Y58DzRNJ2dolb8ri6-o1MzcKQ_8e7-A74SlfOXt89xI/s400/113982_6825127_l_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590032838742755378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaov8gm8rZfnJnBY83u9ZHiwxe3cXt4VNQqDhN1QPUPu4CiolnbKggYR1iKaz0Rz-cOSKe1U_3AyFKYB9F7vgG3MjAhzB6sZG-f1t9JPgcP4Vr7uDS1sIY9xAwT3890N9BxayBfb-dKY/s1600/tumblr_ledi7iwZdM1qbzevyo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaov8gm8rZfnJnBY83u9ZHiwxe3cXt4VNQqDhN1QPUPu4CiolnbKggYR1iKaz0Rz-cOSKe1U_3AyFKYB9F7vgG3MjAhzB6sZG-f1t9JPgcP4Vr7uDS1sIY9xAwT3890N9BxayBfb-dKY/s400/tumblr_ledi7iwZdM1qbzevyo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590033190535719122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhID8JUXxcacXGLwyBNn0-OI3h7HeKd9UBK-MJFwguYUw-HJYUehNiaG2k9HgQRAjeH1X1nHvtWuZ-qGHsBmIFhziiMtspzIVIlS9olXORlcGJ1bDs4TsHNcOULQh2sUtl_m6FtRcer3hc/s1600/tumblr_livwuitwnO1qgqdk4o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhID8JUXxcacXGLwyBNn0-OI3h7HeKd9UBK-MJFwguYUw-HJYUehNiaG2k9HgQRAjeH1X1nHvtWuZ-qGHsBmIFhziiMtspzIVIlS9olXORlcGJ1bDs4TsHNcOULQh2sUtl_m6FtRcer3hc/s400/tumblr_livwuitwnO1qgqdk4o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590033329190963906" /></a>Claire Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948550067498242270noreply@blogger.com0