Considering my mix this week was inspired by Josh Ritter’s “Another New World,” I suppose it’s only appropriate that I went on a bit of a journey to make it. At first I was thinking that I would stick to American poetry references that were vaguely about adventure and exploration – immediately settling on “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. Just as quickly I decided that “Woods” by Bon Iver needed to be on it. Then, however, I found myself veering farther away from the poem, focusing more on the theme of discovery and the unknown. I tried to stick with songs tonally similar to the Bon Iver track, but it was hard to commit to one genre so thought I would at least strive for an “offbeat edge” for a common thread. And so, like any long journey (at least any journey of mine) I probably got lost a few times along the way, but I’m pretty please with where I found myself in the end.
With pretty much everyone I know on the edge of their seats awaiting the opening of Christopher Nolan‘s next (hopefully) epic masterpiece, Inception, on Friday – it seemed only fitting to do dream-related mixtapes this week. After all, that is the only thing we really know about the film other than it seems to have some sort of crime-solving angle and features a slew of stars. Dreams are a pretty fascinating phenomenon if you think about it – they’re often so complex, with a totally different set of rules than waking life (and from dream to dream), you feel completely engrossed in them, and yet when you open your eyes every little piece seems to evaporate instantly, sucked back down the drain to your subconscious. So rather than expound further, here are a few cool facts I found about dreams (then a mixtape of course)…
At the end of last week I got so obsessed with writing this story, I completely ran out of time to post my other gardening mix last week.
Who didn’t think the dandelion was the best flower ever when they were little? They were the best for making flower chains and headbands. You could use them as crayons. If you held one under your chin the amount that it glowed on your skin predicted how rich you would be. And it was insanely fun to blow the all the seeds away into the wind.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have an embarrassingly deep love for all things Peter Pan. When I was little I only wore floral, frilly nightgowns and kept my slippers next to the bed at all times just so I would always be prepared if Peter came one to whisk me away. No matter how old I get I will always ride “Peter Pan’s Flight” at Disney, and will cry at any movie with the general theme of growing up / loss of childhood innocence. And I mean CRY.
Most of my favorite summers were spent away as summer camp. Singing dorky camp songs. Canoeing. Capture the flag. That one summer where I spent four weeks doing manual labor and it was called a “learning experience.” The best times were always had in the evenings. It was great to be able to see the stars and there’s something incredibly bonding about being in the middle of the woods at night. Campfires happened at night. Ghost stories. Fireflies. Bonding chats. Listening to your cabin-mates’ hilarious sleep talking.