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Prophet Royal October 21, 2010

Filed under: art,blogging,music — slova @ 8:58 pm


Long Performing Arts Center - Patio


In 2006, I posted about seeing Sufjan Stevens at the Paramount.
Earlier this week, I was fortunate to attend Sufjan Stevens’ performance in Austin at the Long Center.This was my first trip ever to the Long Center and it is gorgeous. I highly recommend going here for a show.
Sufjan’s performance this time around was raw compared to the put-togetherness of the last tour I witnessed. Don’t get me wrong, his performance is still polished – he’s a music-composing genius. But as he himself said during the performance, he has begun to experiment with machines, loop pedals, even playing with autotune (hilarious!) in combination with the usual horns, drums, and strings. His delicate, innocent voice was paired with dark, digital synths. It made me giddy to see that he was reaching into this electronic experimentation.  The “Chicago” wunderkind told the audience that he was happy to share his cathartic “psychotherapy session” while he worked some things out during Impossible Soul: “…love, heartache and the Apocalypse.”
(The two dancers and (very-talented) backup singers, danced their butts off throughout the entire show. Sufjan himself broke out into half-choreographed, half-freestyle dance sesh during the dance jam part of Impossible Soul.) 

Future City by Royal Robertson


 What really cut me to the core during this performance, what begged my heartswell: The visuals during the show that were inspired by “outsider artist” and self-proclaimed prophet, Royal Robertson.

 [There is something magical about those who have been deemed outsider artists. Many suffer from paranoid schizophrenia and therefore have reclusive lives that make their art inaccessible during their lifetimes and are revealed to us only after their deaths. I am struck much the same way by Henry Darger. Don’t EVEN get me started!]

Robertson said that he was visited by God driving a spaceship when he was fourteen years old. And while he drove his family and friends away because of his mental illness, he produced mesmerizing images of space, monsters, women, landscapes with a futuristic and comic-book quality.  The pieces deal with his heartache, numerology, the cosmos, and the Apocalypse….
Sufjan Stevens’ new album Age of Adz was inspired in part, he said, by the art and story of Royal Robertson. Read Pitchfork’s writeup on Sufjan Steven’s Age of Adz tour.


Postscript: You can take a free listen to the album here.


You snooze/You lose. October 12, 2010

Filed under: exercise,self-improvement,Uncategorized — slova @ 3:26 pm

This morning I awoke at 6am. My alarm went off. It’s a bell-chimey ring. Nothing amazing. I hit snooze. Like I do. Exactly like I DIDN’T WANT TO DO. I went to sleep at 11 PM. Plenty of sleep.

I can’t turn the lights on immediately because I don’t want to wake the BF. He works late and wakes up later than I do.

I plan on sitting straight up tomorrow morning and drinking a glass of water immediately.  The adventure of trying to wake up earlier continues…

Do you have a favorite morning song to get you up and at ’em?


Wake up. October 11, 2010

Filed under: exercise,self-improvement — slova @ 3:10 pm

I want this Rusko shirt.

The morning has always been a struggle for me. Although I have had jobs that require me to be in by 7 am before, there is nothing I hate more than waking up to an alarm clock. My eyes are heavy. All I want to do is snuggle into my pillow and pull the blankets over my head. “Just five more minutes.” The snooze button becomes my guardian angel at 6:30am. It is the only thing saving me from the cruel reality of waking up.

It’s unfortunate that I was diagnosed with mild narcolepsy at the age of 11. From then on I was completely justified. I was given a license to sleep. In all truth, I can fall asleep anywhere… anytime. (As I’ve gotten older, I wonder if that diagnoses still holds. Probably time for another sleep study.) Sleep disorders aside, the reason I don’t want to wake up in the morning evades me. I love walking my dog, I don’t hate my job, and I squeal with excitement upon scratching any to-do item off my list… With the extra hour or two in the morning, I could be exercising, reading, and preparing for my day instead of waking up after slamming my index finger into the snooze button for an hour.

No excuses. Not putting it off any more. I know the Greeks say that Tuesday is an unlucky day to begin any undertaking, but I am just going to have to defy the Greeks here.

It’s you and me, 6 AM Tuesday morning! I’m comin’ for ya…

Post-script: I’m going to use this helpful tips list, but let me know if you know something I should know about getting up early. Are you an early riser? How do you do it?