Category: You’re One Microscopic Cog In His Catastrophic Plan

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Christmas Will Break Your Heart

This came out a few Christmases ago. Still a crusher.

Christmas will break your heart
If your world is feeling small
And there’s no one on your phone
You feel close enough to call
Christmas will crush your soul
Like that laid back rock ‘n’ roll
But your body’s getting old
It’s much too tired to be so bold
Christmas can wreck your head
Like some listless awkward sex
So you refuse to leave your bed
Get depressed when no one checks
Christmas will break your heart
Like the armies of the unrelenting dark
Once the peace talks fall apart

But still I’m coming home to you

Christmas will shove you down
So just lay back in the snow
But that quiet wind won’t wake
What inside you has grown cold
And Christmas will drown your love
Like a storm down from above
On your fading memories of a normal life
Oh while I thought to make you mine
Believing in the line
That your heart would melt with time
And though you’re out with them again
Your thick and fickle friends
They might replace the love that ends

But still I’m coming home to you
To you, to you, to you
Yes you
To you, to you, to you

What if you’re done?
What if you don’t want it anymore?
So what if they’re gone?
So what if they don’t love you anymore?

I’m coming home
Can you see me?
Can you still see me?
Hey mama, take my hand!

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Movie Crush Podcast

Not sure how you bastards feel about podcasts or which ones you fancy, but I’ve gotten into this one pretty hard in the last few days.

Movie Crush is an interview show where Chuck Bryant from Stuff You Should Know sits down with your favorite people to talk about their favorite movie. Simple enough, but what we get is much more than that. It’s a look at what makes a favorite thing, and why someone’s favorite movie says so much about who they are. More conversation than interview, Movie Crush, at its heart, is about the love affair we all have with the silver screen.

About the Host

Chuck is the co-host of the long-running Stuff You Should Know podcast. Born and raised in Atlanta, he spent time in New York and LA working in the film industry before returning home and eventually starting his career as a podcaster. Since then, SYSK has grown into one of the biggest podcasts in the world and Chuck has found himself as an “accidental” veteran of a new medium. In his spare time, Chuck likes to hang out with his wife and daughter and play in his “old man band” El Cheapo.

Recently, Chuck’s co-worker Casey joined him for a three part series on the genius of Stanley Kubrick. He and Chuck dive deep on Casey’s pick for part one, The Shining. Hit play and settle in …

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Shit

Stephen Hillenburg, creator of Spongebob Squarepants.

ALS got him. 57 is way too young.

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Ask Nick Cave Anything

I’ve been meaning to post this for a while, a website called The Red Hand Files where Nick Cave answers fan mail.

Here’s a particularly moving exchange …

I have experienced the death of my father, my sister, and my first love in the past few years and feel that I have some communication with them, mostly through dreams. They are helping me. Are you and Susie feeling that your son Arthur is with you and communicating in some way?

CYNTHIA, SHELBURNE FALLS, VT, USA

Dear Cynthia,

This is a very beautiful question and I am grateful that you have asked it. It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable. There is a vastness to grief that overwhelms our minuscule selves. We are tiny, trembling clusters of atoms subsumed within grief’s awesome presence. It occupies the core of our being and extends through our fingers to the limits of the universe. Within that whirling gyre all manner of madnesses exist; ghosts and spirits and dream visitations, and everything else that we, in our anguish, will into existence. These are precious gifts that are as valid and as real as we need them to be. They are the spirit guides that lead us out of the darkness.

I feel the presence of my son, all around, but he may not be there. I hear him talk to me, parent me, guide me, though he may not be there. He visits Susie in her sleep regularly, speaks to her, comforts her, but he may not be there. Dread grief trails bright phantoms in its wake. These spirits are ideas, essentially. They are our stunned imaginations reawakening after the calamity. Like ideas, these spirits speak of possibility. Follow your ideas, because on the other side of the idea is change and growth and redemption. Create your spirits. Call to them. Will them alive. Speak to them. It is their impossible and ghostly hands that draw us back to the world from which we were jettisoned; better now and unimaginably changed.

With love, Nick.