Monthly Archives: August 2013

To be with you

Hey Hart Beat. I can’t write much tonight because today on the train I started this new book and I can’t put it down. Seriously. When I finish it I’ll write you a little review, I promise. For now though, here’s a great song for your Tuesday night, reading or otherwise.

“When I’m Small” by Phantogram

Mañana from Pablo Neruda

Hi. I just finished this amazingly interesting book and am on the lookout for another read. Suggestions, Hart Beat? While browsing my bookcase I came across an old Pablo Neruda poetry book from a few years back. I thought you might like to hear some, Hart Beat.

                                     Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a tu beso,
                                     qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía!
                                     Siguen los trenes solos rodando con la lluvia.
                                     En Taltal no amanecen aún la primavera.
                                     Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos,
                                     juntos desde la ropa a las raíces,
                                     juntos de otoño, de agua, de caderas,
                                     hasta ser sólo tú, sólo yo juntos.
                                     Pensar que costó tantas piedras que lleva el río,
                                     la desembocadura de agua de Boroa,
                                     pensar que separados por trenes y naciones
                                     tú y yo teníamos que simplemente amarnos,
                                     con todos confundidos, con hombres y mujeres,
                                     con la tierra que implanta y educa los claveles. 
This poem is the second in a group entitled Mañana, in “Cien sonetos de amor” from 1957-1959. Written bellow is a rough, very rough, english translation. A guesstimation if you will. Thanks Pablo, y buenas noches Hart Beat.
                                     Love, how many roads lead to your kiss,
                                     what loneliness wandering to your company!
                                     Follow the lone trains riding in the rain.  
                                     In Taltal not even spring dawns.
                                     But you and I, my love, we are together
                                     together from the clothes to the roots
                                     together in the fall, in the water, in our hips
                                     to be only you, only I together.
                                     Think how much stones cost the river,
                                     and the water lost in the mouth of the Boroa,
                                     think how trains and nations separate us.
                                     you and I had to simply love,
                                     with everyone confused, with men and women,
                                     with the earth that plants and grows the carnations.

Mountain photographs by Nicola Odemann

Te Mata Peak, New Zeland
Hi Hart Beat. What did you think of last night’s history? I forgot to mention there that I’ll be adding songs as they come up on Hart Beat so feel free to follow the playlist on Spotify.
Anyway, a couple weeks ago I shared photographs from this amazing series of Northern California and tonight I want to share another young photographer with you. Like Chrissie White, and Michael George, I love Nicola Odemann because they are the kind of photographs that both make me incredibly sad, nostalgic, and grateful at the same time. I could look at these all day. You can find all of these photos and more on Nicola Odemann’s website here or on her Flickr here
Achenkirch, Austria
South Tyrol, Italy
Walchensee, Germany 
All work by the amazingly talented Nicola Odemann.

Hart Beat, a history

Hey Hart Beat. I put this playlist together a while ago and now think it’s time to finally share it with all of you. Pretty much what this playlist is a compilation of all (most) of the songs that I’ve shared with you hear on Hart Beat. Or songs to you, if you will. It’s kind of embarrassing going through the whole list, at least for me. I’ve always thought of mixes as journal entry’s and this here is one giant, three year journal entry.

This goes all the way back to when I first started writing, through some awkward times, some sad and desperate times, some pretentious times, to stressful times, all the way to today. I hope you get a kick out of it as much as I do, Hart Beat. And it’s nice, at least I think it’s nice, having all these romantic songs in one place. As Cameron Crowe writes for Almost Famous, “Music, you know true music, it chooses you. It lives in your car, or alone, listening to your headphones — you know, with the vast, scenic bridges and angelic choirs in your brain.” Chalk it twice to pretentious times.

And tonight, the newest edition to the Hart Beat singing family. A new release from The Civil Wars album.
“I Had Me A Girl” The Civil Wars

Boots of spanish leather

Hey there Hart Beat. Before I run off to yoga I wanted to write you a post for your Friday night. Earlier this spring I was constantly listening to this song, Boots of Spanish Leather by Bob Dylan. Only recently did I find out that The Lumineers recorded a cover of the song. Both are amazing and I knew you would like to hear them.

The Lumineers singing the cover.
Oh I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m salin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?

No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled 
From across that lonesome ocean.
Bob Dylan singing the original song.

Rainy new york city afternoon

Hey there Hart Beat. How’s your day going? I have today off and have spent the afternoon catching up on my correspondence (as my mom likes to put it), reading, putzing around the neighborhood, and repeatedly listening to this song from last night. I’m exited that at the end of the month my roommate Ami and I are going to be converting one of the rooms in our apartment into a living room. So let’s call this afternoon life and living room inspiration time. Sound okay, Hart Beat?

I want to bring my lime tree down.

And please remember me as in the dream

Hi. Have you heard this song? I thought you might like it, as soon as I heard it I wanted to share it with you, Hart Beat. Iron & Wine aka Samuel Beam has been one of my favorite singers since high school and I’m going through another faze now. This one is especially good, don’t you think? The lyrics just about kill me.

“The Trapeze Swinger” by Iron & Wine
But please remember me, my misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those fogs that love the rain and chasing trains
The colored birds above there running

In circles round the well and where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter
So bright on cinder gray in spray paint
‘Who the hell can see forever?’

And please remember me, seldomly 
In the car behind the carnival
My hind between your knees, you turn from me
And said the trapeze act was wonderful

I love you to much for that. Too truly.

Hey Hart Beat. I have a letter for you to read tonight from my favorite website. Read it first and then we can talk.

January 21


I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this — But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you to much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.

However I won’t bore you with any more.  

We have re-started, and the train is shaky again. I shall have to write at the stations – which are fortunately many across the Lombard plain.

Venice. The stations were many, but I didn’t bargain for the Orient Express not stopping at them. And here we are at Venice for ten minutes only, — a wretched time in which to try and write. Not time to buy an Italian stamp even, so this will have to go from Trieste.

The waterfalls in Switzerland were frozen into solid iridescent curtains of ice, hanging over the rock; so lovely. And Italy all blanketed in snow.

We’re going to start again. I shall have to wait till Trieste tomorrow morning. Please forgive me for writing such a miserable letter.


Thanks Letters of Note. This letter was written by English novelist Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf. According to Letters of Note, Vita wrote the letter to Virginia while traveling by train back to her husband in Persia, and leaving her love behind.

The first paragraph just about kills me. Vita puts into words an ache that I think everyone must know from being in love. I can see too how traveling alone on a train can be isolating, I get the loneliest in transit too.

You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Hi. How was your weekend, Hart Beat? I’ve been practicing my guitar a lot lately, and tonight is no exception. I’m so happy to be in my apartment tonight looking out over the east river at Manhattan. Rough life. Anyway, I wanted to share one of my favorite songs to play with you tonight.

“Wild Horses” by The Rolling Stones
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady
You know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you’ve decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or off stage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
Wild horses, we’ll ride them someday
Both top and bottom photo of Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithfull

Love for loafers

Good morning, Hart Beat! I’m off to work today in Williamsburg but I wanted to share a little post before I bike to the market. It’s a pretty dreary day in Brooklyn and it’s reminding me that Fall is right around the corner. Instead of being sad summer is coming to an end, let’s talk about how great Fall fashion is! Tada! More specifically, let’s talk about loafers.

“The Stacked-Heel Loafer”
“Smoking Loafer”

“Bass Penny Loafer”
“Penny Loafer”
My favorite men’s loafers from Spain.
Best purchase. Well, only after these other shoes.