Estamos fechados para balanço.
Voltaremos 1 de janeiro.
Boas festas!!
July 11 2003
Noon
I love June Carter, I do. I love June Carter I do. And she loves me.
But now she’s an angel and I’m not. Now she’s an angel and I’m not.
Josh Cash and June Carter remained together for 35 years. This note was written shortly after her death. And he passed away four months after her.
I’m too sad to tell you - Bas Jan Ader
Time for 2013 Trend Reports. 18 categories ranging from Art to Internet Culture. Now, Next and Future (2015 and beyond). Nice to learn new words and impress your friends.
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Did you know you’re not legally allowed to sing “Happy Birthday” in public? PBS takes a look at the original ethos and aberrations of copyright law. Also see Kirby Ferguson on copyright and how remix culture fuels creativity.
Tattoo Age. Thom deVitta. He started tattooing in NY when it was illegal in the city. He influenced a lot of artists. His hands shake today. It’s Parkinson’s and it’s sad. But he keeps doing art and it’s cool.
Spike Jonze shot this using his phone camera more than one year ago. A collaboration between Yo-Yo Ma and a young dancer called Lil Buck. The music, “The Swan” by Camille Saint-Saens, is more than 100 years-old. The dance is very modern and new. The past meets the present.
…I think you need to be a little in love — not necessarily in a romantic sense, although that helps — but to be in love with the reality of your own life in order to produce beautiful and meaningful and intelligent things creatively.
Fiona Apple has an ill dog. And she writes beautiful and heartbreaking letters.
It’s 6pm on Friday, and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I’m writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here’s the thing.
I have a dog, Janet, and she’s been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She’s almost 14 and I’ve never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She’s a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We’ve lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it’s always really been just the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she’s used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison’s Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all this, she’s effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she’s the one who taught me what love is.
I can’t come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn’t even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she’s not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can’t leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I’m afraid she’ll die and I won’t have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.
I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I’m asking for your blessing.
I’ll be seeing you.
Love,
Fiona
“Let Miles Davis call his next album whatever he wants” was the advice. And “Bitches Brew” was released in April 1970 and is now considered one of the greatest jazz albums of all time.
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If my art has nothing to do with people’s pain and sorrow, what is ‘art’ for?
They say that all creative work builds on what came before. And that copyright controls the audience, not the work.
What do you think? Is everything a remix?
Photographed and animated by Nina Paley.
