The Airportline: Observations

I've been sitting on trains and in airplanes again, and I've heard people describe my life as something that its not, maybe its my blog, maybe they are under the impression that this space is a true reflection of my life. Be assured that it is not, if you are sitting there in your office thinking that Airportline sure is up to crazy shit all the time, be assured that this is not the case.

I travel the functionalist road as well, even though I do spend time playing ping-pong in squats and run after rabbits in Eindhoven occasionally. I don't say this to be apologetic, or because my life is really boring, to me its not. I just worry sometime when I hear people describe the life they think I live and I keep thinking: wow, that sounds amazing.

Then again, I am sitting with a freshly brewed coffee, listening to Beach House's magical song Walk In The Park after watching the latest episode of the Daily Show. To me that is quite amazing, so maybe I'm just really easy to please, at least today, when I know that I don't need to do anything more or be anywhere else before I go to sleep.

Joanna Newsom's new album is called Have One On Me and it is absolutely brilliant. I know I say a lot of music is great, fantastic, breathtaking, etc, but this is something that together with the new Beach House album truly stands out. I'm too hungry to have the energy to write something, but for those of you who likes this harpist playing folk singer before, you will most likely embrace this without thinking twice. For those of you that could not stand her voice, this is the time to give her another chance cause she has toned down some of her most extravagant sounds and gone for a more toned down expression. And as a writer, her dreamy perspective is as poignant as ever.

What in the world are we waiting for-
building glowing cities along the shore,
where the wind batters in
baiting my kin like a matador

So much value, placed upon
what lies just below our plans:
waiving my handkerchief,
running along, to the end of the sand

Long-life, speak your name.
I'm so tired of the guessing game
But, something is moving
just out of frame:
Slow-heart,
brace and aim.
'Occident'

I usually spend the first months of each year trying to catch up with the year before. Yesterday a friend of mine suggested Local Natives (A band for you Fleet Foxes fans out there, just played in Amsterdam without me realizing it) and for the past few days I've been deep down the melancholic songwriting of Cass McCombs, a traveling man who've lived everywhere in the US it seems, and now holds it down in Baltimore (where Beach House, who has created the best album this year so far, is also from). I like Cass McCombs for his dreaminess, his romantic shimmer and contained country influences. He is not doing something terribly unique, but there is something that moves me with this music, maybe it is the sounds of fleetingness, or moving, changing locations that is reflected in the music, and in me. This song reminds me of a music festival and makes me want to go to the US and drink beer from a plastic cup and stare into the sun.

I've been writing plenty lately, so if you have some patience you can soon look forward to:

1. A review of the new Beach House album Teen Dream

2. A review of Mumford And Sons album Sigh No More

3. A discussion of character interaction in Tarantino movies

4. A short short story titled 'The coffee that left the office'

Until then I bring you some color in this Feist (who will play a part in the upcoming Broken Social Scene album) video which all of you have seen but might have forgotten about.