music is my boyfriend

who i am: jess, old enough to rent a car, redhead by choice, mfa candidate.

things you need to know: i now live in chicago, but i used to live in new york city. i go to a lot of shows. i stopped being ashamed of my musical tastes a long time ago. the first time i heard "eleanor rigby" by the beatles, i was nine years old and it changed my life. i'm writing a novel.

what you'll find here: music, my first true love; writing - quotes about it, bits of it, book recommendations; other pop culture miscellanea, up to and including my obsession with all things british, various superheroes, and other shiny things that catch my attention.
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new york city, center of the universe - three more sleeps. 

new york city, center of the universe - three more sleeps. 

hello lover.

hello lover.

(via danacias)


The Year in New York Pictures.

i’ll always love you though, new york.

(via bsides)

now i know what to put on my christmas list.

now i know what to put on my christmas list.

New York had a way of doing that. Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.

He had a theory about it. It happened, and re-happened, because it was a city uninterested in history. Strange things occurred precisely because there was no necessary regard for the past. The city lived in a sort of everyday present. It had no need to believe in itself as a London, or an Athens, or even a signifier of the New World, like a Sydney, or a Los Angeles. No, the city couldn’t care less about where it stood. He had seen a T-shirt once that said NEW YORK FUCKIN’ CITY. As if it were the only place that ever existed and the only one that ever would.

New York kept going forward precisely because it didn’t give a good goddamn about what it had left behind.



Tomorrow, our country won’t implode. Tomorrow, God isn’t going to swoop down on the U S of A and curse the Empire State. Tomorrow, mounds of people aren’t going to ask their state legislatures to allow them to marry their household pets. Tomorrow, if I wanted to rush to the chapel, the married gay couples in New York will not magically invalidate the value of my nuptials. 

Instead, tomorrow, these married couples will wake up together knowing their love for each other is now recognized in the eyes of the law. Tomorrow, even more same-sex couples will wake up together knowing they now have that possibility. And tomorrow, lesbian, gay, transgender and bisexual individuals across the state can envision exchanging vows with a future loved one as a reality.

Congratulations, New York.

[Photo: Lino Caminha and Luke Strandquist after exchanging vows at the Manhattan city clerk’s office. Credit: Michael Appleton/NY Times]

Reblogging for my lovely musicismyboyfriend!  They look so happy!!

this is my amazing friend luke and his partner, now husband, lino.  they are two of the best and talented people i know and like i told luke earlier today, i am honored to share my birthday with this amazing day for them and all the other same sex couples that got married in new york today.

7. 168th & broadway - washington heights

6. lower manhattan skyline, as seen from liberty island.

my first real (read: not retail) job in new york was on broad street in the financial district.  i worked there for almost five years.  i was in the office on the morning of september 11, 2001.  it was the scariest thing i’ve even been through - we watched as the second plane hit and a moment later, we felt our building shake from the impact.  when we left, the sky was full of ash and paper and bits of wood and metal were floating down.  i did make it onto the subway and my train was the last to get out of the downtown area before the towers collapsed.  i was stuck underground for a while and when they finally shut down the subway completely, i stood out on broadway and watched the towers crumple.  the air stunk of electrical burn - i’ll never, ever forget that acrid, sickening smell as long as i live.  my office was closed for the rest of that week and i spent a lot of time watching cnn.

that day was a turning point. for me, it was the day that i realized new york was human, for lack of a better term.  new york is intimidating, imposing, and unshakable.  but that day, i understood that even this city can be shaken and that even new york is putting on that front of invincibility.

i leave for chicago in about three weeks.  but i’ll always love you, new york.

today, blurintofocus and i got up early and went to the metropolitan museum of art to see the costume institute’s special exhibition - alexander mcqueen: savage beauty.

the photos here are four of my favorite pieces from the exhibit.  i’ll be the first to admit, i’m not a fashionista by any means, but alexander mcqueen was always a designer i was more aware of than others.  a lot of it had to do with his sense of drama and of the avant garde - many of his shows were less like shows and more like performance art.  the exhibit is stunning from top to bottom.  every piece - the clothes, the shoes, the accessories, and of course the hats and headpieces by philip treacy - is a stunning work of art. 

if you have the opportunity to go, do it.

5. the statue of liberty and ellis island

in all the years i’ve lived here, i’ve never actually taken the boat trip to the statue of liberty and ellis island.  since that was the one specific thing my mom wanted to do, we headed down to battery park bright and early at 9am on saturday morning and took a little trip through the harbor.

liberty island is actually quite lovely.  there’s a path that runs around the edge that has a spectacular view of the city.  being at the base of the statue was a bit surreal, actually.

i was more surprised at ellis island.  when i think about ellis island, i think about this huge place where hundreds of thousands of immigrants came through to start their lives - “oh, what a brave new world, that has such people in it!”  but the reality is much different. 

the building itself is…much smaller than it looks in the movies.  and while there is a deep sense of history there, the whole place seemed to hold an air of sadness.  there are several small exhibits, including one on the port in galveston, texas, which was considered the ellis island of the west and another on the immigrant experience from journey to building a new life in america.  my dad was particularly interested in coming here because his grandfather traveled from italy and came through ellis island with his oldest daughter, who was my great aunt and great grandmother who was pregnant at the time with my grandmother.  she was the first on my father’s side of the family who was born in the us.

4. the metropolitan museum of art

this past weekend, my parents came to the city for my graduation and we did a lot of tourist things, including a visit to the met.  these photos are from two of my favorite places in the met - the palace of versailles room, painted by john vanderlyn (1818) and an aerial view of the arms and armor court.

the met is one of my favorite places in new york.  even though it’s always packed with tourists, there are lots of little quiet places to reflect and just sit.  i’ve always loved going there because i constantly find inspiration when surrounded by other works of art.

3. st. john’s lutheran church, christopher street between 7th ave. south and bleecker

one of the greatest things about new york city is how many lives you can live in the space of 15 miles.  before many of you knew me, i spent two-ish years helping to run an off-broadway theater company.  we were all young and dumb, but we wanted to be artists in control of our own destinies.  one of our financiers knew the pastor at st. john’s and they very generously offered us free rehearsal space in their rectory.  little did they know that we would be rehearsing dirty pretty things, a night of the dirtiest, naughtiest shakespeare scenes i could find. 

2. fat baby - corner of rivington and essex

“cool story about mentos, bro.”

the first time empires played cmj in 2009, this was the venue. sarah and i went and hung posters all over the lower east side.  the show was great, but some of the best moments came after the show - including a story involving mentos and the offended look on someone’s face when nasty girls try and make other people look stupid.

1. the entrance to the 1 train at 72nd street and broadway.

when i moved here to go to acting school, this was the first subway station i’d even been in.  recently, a very good friend of mine that i met there moved out of new york to austin, tx.  like me, he fell in love with new york and at the tender age of 19, neither of us could ever imagine ourselves leaving here.  i took this photo for him, as part of a going away gift that i made him, but it’s equally as important to me.

December 24th, 9pm, eastern standard time: from here on in I shoot without a script.

Mark Cohen (via lextravels)

See if anything comes of it. Instead of my old shit.  First shot - Roger, tuning the Fender guitar he hasn’t played in year.