Best title for a song

- B Marie

From now on, 

I would like all introductions to be done this way

- B Marie

Weekend is here!

and so are summer dog days.

A E S’ dream of buying an old Ford pick up truck

to make escapes is now also mine as the heat grows.

I remember getting this Neil Young 1971 BBC performance on VHS tape

about six years ago (before youtube came around)

and I watched it over and over again, invited people over to watch it,

made copies for best friends, imagining what it would be like

to be one of the lucky ones sitting in that audience.

Neil’s all, heres a new song I wrote on a ranch I just moved to

and plays Old Man.

Here’s another new song, he says

goes into Heart of Gold

and I just die.

- B Marie

That side,

other sides so good too

- B Marie

Do you know

- B Marie

Friday night

nothing beats a lover at first sight

- B Marie

Weekend is here!

- B Marie

The namesake of my other blog, baby shark.

When I was very young, I read a passage about imagining yourself to be a shark as an association to life and it has always stuck with me.

That visual image is always a great reminder.

Especially when there are constantly those who are forever biting off me. Like lampreys on a shark.

Always copying, posing and using derivatives of my blog and ideas. Trying to do the same handwriting. Using my words. Using my interests. Using my discovery and claiming it as theirs.

What annoys me most isn’t the fact that they are copying, it is that whatever work they do is mediocre at best. I don’t seek it out but unfortunately through the connectivity of the web I sometimes see their work or words pop up. Even more strange to think that these people are via the internet, I can’t imagine having a real world where you like to rely on the shadowing of people you have never met.

The oversaturation of online presence is so palpable and ubiquitous. Too much of the same, even with those who try to claim that avant-garde minimalist stake.

People always ask if I’m on twitter or whatever new social platform is out there (still not on facebook and will never pin) and I would much rather bow out. I feel like I’m already oversharing in a lot of ways by having a blog.

I admire those who can do without an online presence completely. I always think about those amazing real life dream like experiences I’ve shared with incredible people and company so far away from all that. Like sometimes I’ll look around at the faces or places around me and wonder how a small town girl like me even got there. Tangible life I never documented online, never took a photo of, never shared to get that virtual imaginary pat on the back. Always I smile about those things. Always I will want to keep those just for myself, that no one else can duplicate.

Those are the original things that have really made me who I am. All of my ideas and passions have always come from a true source within myself.

Like a shark lumbering in the deep, always rising to the top.

- B Marie

Latest batch of finds from Co-Op 87 Records

Love Stevie and all,

but Christine has got the most beautiful songs

- B Marie

Colin Blunstone’s pseudonym

after he left The Zombies

- B Marie

It’s still Tuesday

this always counts

- B Marie

Doin’ it again

- A E S

Raising the stakes

- A E S

add some lightning too

- B Marie