godamn

!!

i get to open for kimya dawson in california!

poor wanderin one

when it gets late i'm weird always consistently weird in the same way
the repetition is embarrassing

late nights are always late nights but they are becoming more and more of a big pain
albeit easier to avoid
sleeping eight hours a night is a new, beautiful, fucking amazing thing!
sometimes i still have insomnia but its rarer and sort of comforting to know its not just me and the destruction etc

tonight brendan, james, and i spent too many hours in the asbestos filled basement of battey street but it was worth every minute for now there are amazing organ solos on my new cd.

james is asleep on my floor and its nice not even a little sad to hear familiar sounds its nice even the snores

ok well maybe i've the tiniest sigh but i'm a big sigher and its late
liz go sigh yourself to sleep ok

laugh track

laugh track from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

six years of snickering condensed into two minutes.

why is deer tick so big? it's amazing and i feel like a proud mother.
it's also good for my self esteem but not good for late night googling of my name.

Singing Beings from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

the thaw is a fucking beautiful thing

today was almost perfect and so must be recorded for future reference:

early rise, trip for large coffee and bagel
new song written and recorded!
the gym (actually humiliating and it broke my spirit but my spirit is a pussy so it goes)
an hour and a half of yoga class with kyla where they give you eye pillows
large burritos with than, kyla, marguerite, and little baby elska
shitty $1.99 movie at the Patriot, one large corona
goodnights, hot shower,
pajamas
one half chocolate eclair

two weeks before ghia the pup has a mental breakdown, the whole gang sits down for brunch to figure it all out!


Talkin it out! from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

mama mia

with nothin but time on my hands and enclosed by suburbs, ive been re-learning how to play my parents piano. i've taught myself how to play the opening from philip glass's glassworks, metamorphosis I and sorta II, Yann Tiersen's Valse de Amelie, and am beginning Satie's Gymnopedies I and Gnossiennes I. if only i had the fingers and wing span of rachmaninoff.

also, i want to write a musical and dance around a streetlight
like in singin in the rain or west side story

biiittchhheessss

nina simone

godamn nina simone.

the most incredible performance i have ever seen.

tongue tied

tongue tied and struggling to speak has become
a small side project
ive been recording all my words backwards
and then reversing them right side forwards

http://www.box.net/shared/co6a90hshr
avoid octave doubling as it can cause an emphasis and therefore be interpreted as root of all evil


http://www.box.net/shared/yiau597vxe
this one has all natural english, but its hiding

http://www.box.net/shared/odk70mqvts
i spent hours trying to phonetically write out proper reverse pronunciation and it came out worse than ever.

the end of the summer looked up

by the nth hour i was convinced, sitting in a deep set chair, I had become one of the triptychs. the self portrait of francis bacon, the most terrifying one. even his furniture terrifies me. this surfaced between the hours of cd burnin and book readin. songs like "rockin robin" came to and fro. old and meaningless jingles -- well actually just one -- who's got short shorts!, lightened up the images slightly. I wrote a whole page, wanna turn it into two, if i could only get to sleep......

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?*

*trey barth