ishkabibble - a mixtape for you...

it's andra's birthday today... she would have been 42. :)

 andra made me a handful of mixtapes when we were younger. i love them dearly and they are the only reasons i still have one tape player left in the house... :) they're carefully crafted with doodles and text art...  and thankfully, andra had very eclectic taste in music. although we shared a lot of favorites, she always introduced me to something new.

i re-created one of her mixtapes for you below. i hope you enjoy it! track listing follows....

 

ishkabibble from guniteoday on 8tracks Radio.

1. mountains - prince & the revolution 2. dance to the music - sly & the family stone 3. the sensual world - kate bush 4. avalon - bryan ferry / roxy music 5. happy - public image limited 6. warrior - public image limited 7. orinoco flow - enya 8. fury eyes - the creatures 9. lay my love - brian eno / jah wobble 10. one word - brian eno / jah wobble 11. coyote - yoyo ma / bobbie mcferrin 12. air - yoyo ma / bobbie mcferrin 13. never stop - echo & the bunnymen 14. the killing moon - echo & the bunnymen 15. just like heaven - the cure 16. kool aid - B.A.D. II 17. in my dreams - B.A.D. II 18. plainsong - the cure 19. looney tunes / merrie melodies - carl stalling

be careful. be good. be nice.  and happy birthday, andra!  :)

under stars by tess gallagher

the sleep of this night deepens

because i have walked coatless from the house

carrying the white envelope.

all night it will say one name

in its little tin house by the roadside.

i have raised the metal flag

so its shadow under the roadlamp

leaves an imprint on the rain-heavy bushes.

now i will walk back 

thinking of the few lights on 

in the town a mile away.

in the yellowed light of a kitchen

the millworker has finished his coffee,

his wife has laid out the white slices of bread

on the counter. Now while the bed they have left

is still warm, i will think of you, you

who are so far away

you have caused me to look up at the stars.

tonight they have not moved

from childhood, those games played after dark.

again i walk into the wet grass

toward the starry voices. again, i

am the found one, intimate, returned

by all i touch on the way.