My Top Ten Songs of 2013

Unlike last year, I’m not waiting until June to put together my list of my favorite songs from the previous year. My favorite songs of 2013, in order, are:

1. Fresh Strawberries by Franz Ferdinand. FF has been the best band of the past 10 years. Their 2013 Album Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action was nothing short of amazing.

2. Gravediggress by CocoRosie. I don’t know how I have missed this group before, but CocoRosie is wonderfully weird. This song is addictive despite the horrible fact that there is a clown in this video.

3. I Got You by Jack Johnson. I couldn’t help being all romantic in 2013, with getting married to the most amazing woman and all, so yeah I had this song playing a lot this year.

4. A New Life by Jim James. And when I didn’t play Jack Johnson, I was playing Jim James’s A New Life. To be fair, we caught Jim James at the Newport Folk Festival. Now I get why people are so excited about My Morning Jacket.

5. Les jolies Françaises by Jason Bajada. Jason’s Le Résulta de mes bêtises was one of those albums that I couldn’t stop listening to, and still haven’t.

6. Changeling by Alison Moyet. Call me a child of the 80s, but Alison is back. Her voice is just as great as it was back with Yazoo.

7. All That’s Mine by Depeche Mode. Speaking of the 80s, Depeche Mode is still strong and possibly better. I seem to be biased since they are my favorite band. I was once embarrassed to say it, but there is no denying that I listen to them more than anyone else, my LastFM scrobbles don’t lie, http://www.last.fm/user/BernardLeCroix.

8. We Are Not Cool by Stripmall Architecture. I’m crazy about this band.

9. I’d Rather Be High by David Bowie. Bowie is also back. I don’t know what happened between Scary Monsters and now but this album, and this song, is excellent.

10. Came Back Haunted by Nine Inch Nails. I’ve been a Trent Reznor fan forever, but hide it well. NIN is fantastic for Monday morning commuting.

What do you think?

Snapshots of Willemstad

 

Warm breezes made of joy
Brotherhood of childhood
Parenting that doesn’t stifle

Dark men working hard under a harsh sun
Mankind bare and unresolved
Happiness of celebration for its own sake

Lizards and parrots
Orioles float above it all
Cactus overlook the ocean

Water soothes
Clumsiness in water
Desire to soar

Time is tangible as the waves come and the clouds roll
I close my eyes and try to capture being here

Willemstad, Curaçao

Willemstad, Curaçao

We are not here

What a wonderful collection of shots!

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Cool and innnovative set of photographs from the series 'I'm not here' in which photographer Pol Ubeda Hervas captures the human absence from its surroundings. The concept behind the series is deeply metaphorical, visual food for though reflecting the situations where the change is irreversible and we cannot even recognize ourselves.Cool and innnovative set of photographs from the series 'I'm not here' in which photographer Pol Ubeda Hervas captures the human absence from its surroundings. The concept behind the series is deeply metaphorical, visual food for though reflecting the situations where the change is irreversible and we cannot even recognize ourselves.Im-not-there-photography-Pol-Ubeda-Hervas-4-600x600Im-not-there-photography-Pol-Ubeda-Hervas-3-600x600

Cool and innnovative set of photographs from the series ‘I’m not here’ in which photographer Pol Ubeda Hervas captures the human absence from its surroundings. The concept behind the series is deeply metaphorical, visual food for though reflecting the situations where the change is irreversible and we cannot even recognize ourselves.

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One
Now split
Companion

Early Goodbye
Welcome new sister
Another one delights

“Si me duele la pipa”
A copy of the one now gone
The land of snow calls to us, maybe

A dream
A true horror
Moving again, but why?
Crying wakes me leaving me cold
Change in plans once more, why do we have to?

One
Pots and pans
Mom is depressed
I’m a stranger in my skin
Dad sends us audio tapes we wear out

We make it to the football school finals
I wonder about Manitoba
Imagining a child in China
Aware and smarter than most
Soft bald head grow blonde curls
Pick a book and read
The last breath floats
All alone
Just me
One

Montreal

Just in time

His green eyes haunt me
Promises made long ago
Surely they’ll come true
Even now I know they will

Our son has his swagger
Our daughter has his laughter
Always reminding me
That he’ll come back to me

My grandchildren play outside
I see him in them
And I know he’ll soon return
For he promised he would

I’ve never ventured far
I expect him to walk behind me
Reach for my hip like he does
His warm breath on my neck

His green eyes I see
His strong hands I feel
His sweet voice telling me
Camille, I’ll be back soon

As I take my very last breath
I’m still certain
My beloved will return in time
He never broke a promise

Waiting

From Madrid to Barcelona

The train speeds between towns
My ancestral land ebbs and flows
A geographic movie before me

Two African boys in Lleida Pirineus
Huddle under a bridge
Incomprehensible gestures

Lives happening beyond reach
For a moment an imagined truth
Elusive as your thoughts

I grasp for shared insight
I see words forming on a trestle
The graffiti reads “FUCK LOVE!”

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