news about The Park or in proximity to the Park

some things have been happening recently such as:

• Khalid and Alex and i finished recording all the tracks in the studio
• release date for the 'two in tender' has been moved from Jan 4, 2010 to Feb 8, 2010. (need more time to make sure all the tracks are as good as they can be)
• finally purchased a domain name for The Park: musicthepark.com
• recently wrote two new songs 'here, loud' and 'might as well reconcile'
• played a few songs at a nice holiday concert this past Sunday. there were many talented musicians there and it was a heart-warming event.
• finally started designing the album's cd case. i'd like to print everything as professionally as possible without going broke. has been exciting to work on, although i'm not sure how i'll feel about the design two weeks from now.
• my friend Jon, who works in video production, is coming home in a few weeks and we are planning on making a music video for the track 'everything in fidelity'
  
• that train album is still on hold. like, indefinitely
• will be recording even more songs with my friend in January
• have been planning to record a cover of a MSTRKRFT track, but that also is on hold
• almost forgot about this...a friend of a friend asked me to be one of his vocalists for a rock opera that he's working on, which will probably be happening sometime next year
  

it has been an interesting past four months. i've never concentrated on music so intensely and i've found that i really enjoy it. it also helps that being back in Hartford every week has allowed me to have a semblance of a social life again. well a huzzah for music and i can't wait to finally release 'two in tender'.

holy is the diadem (totally updated)

everyone here is beautiful except for me
because i said so
because i want it
i want it in fives; i want everything.

everything here is diadem; a mix of free
holy is the godhead
completeless are them all
they came in droves
they came in fire.

everything in its right place
everything in its right place

some days i think everything is beautiful
especially you.
your light is golden;
cattails. lilies on the horizon.
everything tastes like fresh mornings on my tongue.

go to see the diadem, dare not raise my eyes

holy is the godhead
holy is the one.

the problem with analytical people

the absence of your dialogue
means you have not asked me to leave.
means you have not asked me to stay.
means you are too polite to throw me out.
means you have nothing pressing to say.

the absence of your attention
means you have not noticed me leave.
means you have not noticed me stay.
means you are too kind to call me weight.
means that we can quietly share space.

meaning absolutely sort of nothing at all.

not having mind-reading abilities, i will analyze by process of elimination;
reach the conclusion that all that is good must be wrong,
that good fortune causes homes to burn down.

i hope i’m wrong. i hope i’m wrong. God, i hope i’m wrong.
so i can say it’s not my fault,
so i can say it was just a miscalculation,
that it’s merely my poor deduction being called into question.

but all the more, my suspicion grows–that reasoning is not the undoing flaw.
it’s that i pushed sphere into square
and expected you to compensate for the missing dimension.

i am sorry–

so truly sorry for my selfishness,
for chasing concrete evidence of the imagined you.
and when i finally present my findings, i privately hope
that your absence means you are asking me to leave.

Anderson - Trevor on the Dance Floor

i.

love this.

alright bureaucracy, here's what i don't get

someone needs help, donations, money, time, whatever.

so give it.

like, right now.

don't ask questions, don't run it through your committee, don't go through all the approval stages, someone fucking needs help and why the fuck are we wasting time making it complicated when the equation is the simplest thing ever.

man needs food
you have food

give the man some food

woman needs clothes for her baby
you know people with baby clothes

go ask the people you know to give the woman clothes for a baby

what
is
so
hard
about
that

fiction and stuff

dear one who hates me,

i had a dream about you last night, again. and this time you finally responded. i asked you, while you sat next to me with shoulder-length brown hair cut straight at the ends, how was your internship in new york, it must have been exciting, can you tell me all about it? are you still playing music, and what are you doing now?

you looked at me incredulously, like you thought i'd forgotten all about it, forgotten about casual conversations on the library steps, forgotten about watching ridiculous three-hour long movies, forgotten about heart to hearts over cell phones in the springtime. forgotten that i'd treated you then no differently than i had before, with as much kindness as possible, with no grudge in my heart, with a genuine desire for your well-being.

other things i would rather forget but couldn't anyways. such as, i have feelings too, i'm capable of feeling terrible and confused from the things you say or do. that i carried a wound from your last caustic message to me.

but it's okay it doesn't matter now. i know i haven't always been the most gracious in the past. so, sorry. but it was nice catching up with you yesterday. you seemed happy, and that's all that i want for you.

sincerely,

parker hu

friendly death threat

this friend request i received on Orkut actually does frighten me a little bit, even though i find it funny.

pardoned for politeness and by then it was too late

i did not expect that kiss

or those glasses.

now,

let's reassess the situation; what could she have done

maybe a knee to the groin
or called the police
or caused a scene
or screamed

unfortunately i have never been paid for being passive
except every time, and every time it is most unwelcome.
maybe she needs a sign that says,

'stay the fuck away from me'
'these legs don't part for you'

oh,
but

that would be mean.

ok can we talk about this please

why do so many tracks i like contain the word "radio" in it? whatever. i don't care. i've been on a vocal trance kick lately. here, feast your ears on some awesome electronic music. (a thanks to my friend Jake for some of his recommendations)

Fragma - Radio Waves (Original) [ link ]

Ferry Corsten - Radio Crash (Ummet Ozcan Mix)


Deepsky feat. Jes - Ghost (Filo and Peri Remix)


Thrillseekers feat. Gina Dootson - By Your Side


Andain - Beautiful Things (Gabriel & Dresden Remix)

inspired by cv gw js du and sign language. demo to follow.

feel comfortable in the place and time that
you are now warmth and presence, privilege of ties that we allow

it's the same
things we all know
mother's touch, watching first snow, smells of homeland, tender moments
now's the time for peace on earth
the skies tell us how small and shared we are

if you knew that you could be part of
understanding and be the first forgiving
let go of whatever we've been holding as ransom for honesty
all the harmonies would line up
calm would pacify us
language cease to bar us

thinking of faults
in the place and time that we have had
absence, conflicts, regrets of ties that we let pass

it may seem like we can't do anything about these disputes
what is it, pride? maybe wounded?
still there's time to think of movement
the skies tell us how small and shared we are

if you knew that you could be part of
understanding and be the first forgiving
let go of whatever we've been holding as ransom for honesty
all the harmonies would line up
calm would pacify us
language cease to bar us

(i'm ready to see that kingdom emerge in us)

quick sketch before the train arrives

5:25 am: dark with rain and deep rising blue
6:40 am: indigo and lilac clouds fill entire sky, moving at the leisure of the wind
7:10 am: deep purple clouds chased away, revealing blazing yellow-orange ones on fire with the sun rising behind it
7:15 am: full moon is revealed above the fiery clouds in clear blue sky
7:28 am: clouds moving out with the breeze, huge rainbow appears in the clouds, blackbirds soar across field of vision
7:40 am: waters on lakes alive with little waves, turn into one million mirrors blinding with sunlight
8:25 am: sky opens, sun ablaze, temperature 65 degrees Fahrenheit. stirred to halt outside my work building for a time, doing nothing, just waiting on the air. feel my body commanded and swayed in gusts of cyclone wind, power in pure invisible form; i briefly taste something eternal.