my one true vine

summer swing // salt lake city

life:

On this day in 1980, John Lennon was shot and killed by David Chapman.

Singer, songwriter, artist, activist, and pop star… Popular culture has rarely seen a talent as endlessly captivating as John Lennon. Before being shot dead by an obsessed fan in New York City in 1980, Lennon enjoyed enormous commercial and critical success with history’s most famous rock band, The Beatles.

Pictured: John and Yoko pose in December 1968. “As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot,” he said.

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1939 // November

dumpster // somewhere in nebraska

bbook:

“If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” — A Man Without a Country, 2005

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bbook:

The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.

salt lake city // 2011

There’s a house on my block
That’s abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
Long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it’s haunted
With the windows all cracked
And everyone call it
The house, the house where
Nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone’s heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?

Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
Where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
Come back to the
House were nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone’s heart break
Or did someone do someone wrong?
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don’t trade it for silver
Don’t trade it for gold
I have all of life’s treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain’t the roof or the doors
If there’s love in a house
It’s a palace for sure
Without love…
It ain’t nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain’t nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives.

-Tom Waits, Mule Variations

theimpossiblecool:

Cash.

branden // 2010

excited to see my friend @neonbmc hammer the bass this weekend. been too long.