Restless type. Mostly irony-free wingnut. Celebrator of trees. Stilt walker. Given to rare fits of poetry. Boot junkie and whiskey enthusiast. Blabbermouth with only a vague notion of TMI. Vermont secessionist expatriate. Moss sniffer. Stray cat petting machine. Alternative school graduate. Mountain admirer. Tattooed non-professional. Mild-mannered atheist and polite anarchist. Big city person with rural inclinations, or maybe it's the other way around.
My name is Nicole Cipri. I'm a writer and a wingnut, among other things. This is my tumblr, aka, a curated mess of memes and half-finished thoughts.
This motherfucking song.
Anias Mitchell | Flowers (Eurydice’s Song)
This is the newest thing I have been listening to obsessively. Hadestown is a folk opera retelling of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. It features Justin Vernon (of Bon Iver) and Ani Difranco (who was basically the musical soundtrack to my teenage years), as well as some other greats, including the Haden Triplets as the Fates. The music itself ranges from folk in the vein of this song — which reminds me a lot of Joanna Newsome, both the vocal stylings and the sorta minimalist instrumental arrangment — to some much more swinging numbers. Justin Vernon (who plays Orpheus) pieces are ethereal, while Greg Brown (who plays Hades) is gritty and dusty. The song he sings (with the backing of a chorus), “Why We Build the Wall”, is my favorite on the album. It sounds like something you’d hear in a street theater piece, fierce and sharp.
For someone who’s a mythology nerd and a folk-music lover, this album is fucking ace.
Great Wide | Gregory Douglass
So, I used to have a big old crushola on Greg Douglass’s music when I was a nerdy weirdo teenager in Vermont. For whatever reason, I randomly thought of him a couple nights ago, googled him, and found out he was still doing music. This really isn’t the kind of music I listen to anymore, but it brings me right back to twelve years ago: walking around Burlington in the freezing cold, moon bright and reflecting off the glossy snow, thinking DEEP TEENAGE THOUGHTS and having SERIOUS TEENAGE FEELINGS.
I still have serious feelings, but I’m pretty sure I don’t consider my thoughts as deep as I used to. (Considering how many conversations I have about zombies, there’s a good reason for this.) But this song makes me feel moonstruck and dreamy, both lonely and not.
“Smells Like Queer Spirit” - Pansy Division, from the album “Pile Up” (1995)
I am listening to Pansy Division and baking cookies. Fuck yeah.
Punk Rock Chocolate Chip Cookies:
Preheat oven to 350. Cream butter, sugar, maple syrup. Add whiskey and eggs. Add dry ingredients. Add motherfucking chocolate chips and nuts and shit and put that shit in the oven. Discuss anarcho-syndacalism and create small mosh pit in kitchen while they’re baking. Pull ‘em out when the sides start to brown, about 12 minutes.