mood: very satisfied
music: "It's Still Happening (featuring Hamilton Leithauser)" by Tweaker

My the Tweaker stuff I ordered a few weeks ago came in today! The CD was signed by both Chris Vrenna and Clint Walsh and numbered. The number on it was 897/900, which makes me wonder--did they only autograph 900 of these albums? If that's true, then I got damn lucky! I also got a Tweaker band shirt, which I am wearing right now.

The album is gorgeous; the music is so otherworldly and dark. All the singers Chris got to sing on the album are very good, although Robert Smith's pronunciation of some of the words in "Truth Is" gets a little annoying sometimes. The CD's almost like an industrial musical because the singers are so defined. I like how he ended it with "Crude Sunshine"; you can just feel what it's like to see the sun rising through the shades after not sleeping the whole night. Which is what the CD is about, if you haven't seen me mention it enough times. Insomnia.

I've finally gotten started with my summer reading, and I'm about 47 pages into "The Grapes of Wrath." Woo, only about 550 more pages to go. Fortunately, I can get a lot of reading done at work and at volunteer work, so it shouldn't be a problem. I'm actually taking notes on each chapter and answering the study questions as I go along. I want to start off my Senior year well and not screw up my first grade in some of my most important classes.

Ah, David Sylvan has such a velvety voice. Velvety like chocolate. Yum!
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  ¢ prénom:  Catherine
  ¢ âge:  Twenty-One
  ¢ berceau:  Raleigh, NC
  ¢ en ce moment:  Georgia
  ¢ poste:  crudesunlight {at} gmail {dot} com
  ¢ préféré:  Knitting, singing, playing guitar,
     writing music, collecting vinyls

Boredom Incarnate
Inner Voice
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Razored Wings
The Seraph's Atelier

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Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

~Arthur H 

  ¢ Arthur H
  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
  ¢ -M-
  ¢ Megaherz
  ¢ Nine Inch Nails
  ¢ Oomph!
  ¢ Porcupine Tree
  ¢ Silverchair
  ¢ Steven Wilson HQ
  ¢ Tweaker

 Other Links
  ¢ Craftster
  ¢ EML Studio
  ¢ Feministe
  ¢ Girls Read Comics
  ¢ Marnie Maclean
  ¢ Pandemian
  ¢ PostSecret
  ¢ Rainbow Parcel
  ¢ Stumptuous
  ¢ Tom and Lorenzo
  ¢ TWoP
  ¢ VG Cats
  ¢ Yarn Harlot
  ¢ You Knit What Part 2

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