Portland in April

Discovering, relishing, interviewing, meeting, embracing. Loving this city. Making my decision deliberately, carefully, gingerly. I have a playlist, much like Alt-J during my February visit, that is the soundtrack to my life this visit. Mostly old stuff, some new. Hope you dig these.

Stood on my favorite bridge, the Steel Bridge, a couple of days ago, looked over the water. Let go of a ghost:

F yeah:

Pretty. Loamy. Haunting. Like this city Sunday morning in the mist, when I walked 45 minutes instead of taking a cab home:

Always have Sia in rotation:

I’m not a fan of organized religion, but I’ve recently found a faith in something bigger than me. This song suddenly speaks to me:

I moved to Los Angeles in the Spring of 2001. Goodbye, LA. I loved you so much, and gave you so much, but in the end you were a hard bitch:

Guilty pleasure of the Spring/Summer. No shame:

And finally, a song that someone gave me. I couldn’t listen to it for awhile. I’m taking it back: