seabear: a big hit with grandma

what's going on in the reykjavik music scene you ask?

seabear, man. seabear.

as stated on their website, "Seabear started out as a one man band but now we are seven. and there will be no more! As a one man band seabear self-relased the home recorded Singing Arc EP a couple of years ago. The album was a big hit with my mother and my grandmother. You can download the whole EP in the media section. The new album will come out on the wonderful label Morr Music in august/september."

as a publicist, i feel i must say that they failed to tell their story, to capture the essence of their musicianship. but let me just say, holy mother of god this is good music. if beck, wilco, bell and sebastian, and pink floyd were stranded on an iceburg, this just might be their jam-a-ram until they got rescued:

http://www.myspace.com/seabear

it's not going to hit you over the head the first time like dave ghrol song, but take a few minutes, push play, fold some laundry or make love and then tell me it's not giving you the happy chills.

naughty robot

i'd like to broach a sensitive subject. i am upset that halloween has become so completely sexualized for women. there used to be a day when a girl could dress like a rubik's cube and still get some digits. maybe go home with one of these guys:
http://www.idahostatesman.com/life/story/175783.html

but now, we've got be a naughty bee keeper or a dirty little accountant. we can't just show up as a tampon or an ant hill and get the same level of play. i know my friend regan won't mind me telling you that she got absolutely no attention when she dressed up as gilligan a few years back. i think if i remember correctly, she felt "fucking invisible" and hung out solo in a crowded boston bar among legions of bustiers and thigh highs, wondering why she chose that long-sleeved red rugby shirt and white fishing hat combo.

so i am asking you ladies to fight the power this year and dress like a sack of potatoes. if every girl does it, we can reclaim this otherwise fabulous holiday. because if not for the courage of the fearless few, the minnow would be lost. the minnow would be lost.

st.nike

i attended catholic school for much of my life. what you may not know is that in high school i lived each summer in the franciscan missionary sisters convent in beaverton, oregon-also home to nike. my school sent me to win money in these jeopardy-like competitions because i had a knack for remembering things like, how many times the word angel appears in the new testament (what is, 266!) and which saint's blood boils every year (who is, st. januarius!) and what a hair shirt is (what is, a garment of rough cloth made from goats' hair and worn in the form of a shirt or as a girdle around the loins!).

that's right, while you were steaming up windows at the bowling alley, i was knee deep in vespers or being hauled off with the penguins to tour every fish hatchery in the pacific northwest. and while i've pretty much shaken all the dust from that convent, i still collect rosary's and i still sit in empty churches reading stories like that of bernadine of siena, patron saint of advertising: st. bernadine

who says pr isn't a vocation?

the sweet bird

'sweet bird' is the name i gave harper when she was born. it is the words i scratch in pencil on all of her unopened letters, the words i breathe into her neck as she falls asleep, and the words that remind me that it is my job to prepare her for flight.

this blog will be about much more than my child, and i swear to work in birds wherever possible.

enjoy.