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Cold and unknown beneath the water a small makeshift home but the bath would overflow and you couldn't keep from flooding

Little time to write. We’re busy filling orders for M.H’s new album, Soft Hate. 

I knew immediately that I loved Rey’s Theme. I was taken aback by how modern it it is; coming from J.W. after all. In an olive-colored shag-rug sea of crusty seventies orchestration(I mean that in a good way, actually), this piece not only holds its own, but signals a new light(ahem, ray)-- much like the new cast themeselves--ready to carry the series to far away places. 

I had worked out a piano arrangement, but in truth, my piano is on it’s last legs, and I just can’t get the sounds I’m after any longer--thus putting a damper on some of my new material.

Yet, I didn’t want to waste the arrangement, and so, as I’ve been toying around with some 8-bit sounds to accompany a project my nephew and I are working on, I decided to explore how silly/absurd Rey’s Theme would sound in this mode. 

Now, I know there was a Star Wars game on the Atari, which I never played. There was one on the NES that I had played, once, at a friend’s house. But the one that I owned was the SNES Empire Strikes Back game, and though the samples became more dynamic in this era of gaming orchestration, I”ve enjoyed picturing running around Hoth as 8-Bit Luke getting absolutely wrecked by Wampas, Snowtroopers, and other such space assholes. Man, I hate thqt game.

i. Find me on Bandcamp, nothing ever happens there.

ii. Memoryhouse is releasing an album this week. It’s like the operation was a success, but the patient died.

iii. Slide into my DM’s on Instagram. 

The 3rd track taken from their upcoming album, Soft Hate, which premiered on Gorilla Vs Bear earlier today.

watch the music video for memoryhouse’s “dream shake” 

Pleased to have finished a two-part piece, which is up on bandcamp. This is part II. Click here, there, everywhere.

So there’s this corny line, in this corny movie, and it’s something like, “What's your dog's name? I don't know. He never told me.”

No wait, it’s, “Your heart is diseased[actually]! You need a new one.”

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J.D. from Heathers contends “But this is my heart! I'm afraid that if they take it away I won't be able to love you the same.”

Ok, so it’s awful. It’s one of those movies that speaks exclusively in romantic platitudes, and a lot of them don’t make sense, and maybe, maaaybe this movie single-handedly brought Belle & Sebastian into existence(proof: they didn’t exist before this film came out), and really, Christian Slater--he of an orphaned[whoops, literally, again] baboon heart-- should just take the heart transplant, live, and over time, teach his new, untainted heart to love Marisa Tomei, whose heart is also tainted. So much taint in this movie.

Actually, is this even that far removed from say, Joyce’s “The Dead”? Michael Furey--who for all intents and purposes, had his fate sealed—chose early[earlier, actually][or actually, some degree of super-untimely][very unfortunate] death for his love, Gretta, as opposed to dying later, in a hospital. It’s more gesture than anything, but you know, now I have to get into this.

Ok, so Gretta’s husband is named Gabriel, and he’s like you and me; spends most of his time dicking around with his music player, avoiding deep and/or spiritual connection in favor of a more externalized, pictorial expression of love(insert @Instagram tag). So, actually that’s what started the whole Michael Furey thing. He played a song on his Gen 1 iPod(humour!) and his wife—that’s Gretta—she remembers Furey. We, as in Gabriel, hear the story, and we get to thinking—and I am paraphrasing here—that if this act, this dying in the snow for the chance to see Gretta once more, is truly the essence of love, then I in fact, have never truly loved. Something like that. Roll credits.

Ok actually, so now the movie, the Christian Slater one, is coming into light. Slater gets truth-bombed by Tomei: You love with your mind and soul, not actually with your heart. It's just a saying.

Instead of dropping the mic and walking off-screen, she continues to say this exact thing in some-kind of Ephronian feedback-loop for what seems like forever, but the point is evident-ish; love is a conscious choice that you make in spite of fate, or fear, or culture, or whatever, science. You can fall, listlessly, in love, but you have to be brave enough to allow your soul, that winged, diaphanous creature(#mysoulisabutterfly) access.

Which brings me to the actual quote from this movie. Ok, these were all quotes from the movie, but this is the actual quote:

I am going to fall in love with you. You don't have to love me back. I am going to give you my heart.

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If Memoryhouse’s Facebook page gets to 50,000 likes by the end of today, little Jimmy will be saved. Do you really need any more blood on your hands?

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