Why More People Drive Alone

There is no peace, just awe.
All beauty hatches from a goose egg,
or is embroidered with a thread of gust.
So all glory goes to the stitcher.

Feel good hit of the fall:
all throbbing bass and sudden tears.
No life cycle, just corkscrew gyres.
The beauty of the world is the same beauty of anything,
coming through its onceness, its infinite almost the sameness
but not-quite-ness.

The beauty of the world is 7 seconds of a cartoon about trains
illuminated in an olive mini-van’s dusty back windshield after sundown.

Happy Birthday Baby Jesus 2013


2013 reveals sort of a punker/”classic” indie lean, with plenty of originals alongside chestnuts roasted with new recipes.  Other genre excursions too, natch. Hope you find some new favorites to brighten your Advent and Christmas seasons. Love to hear what you’re diggin on.

Past year’s mixes here.