// Waiata //

Aldous Harding is my fave.  Watching her play at Blue Smoke in February was one of those rare occasions where I felt like I'd experienced something potent and precious - like seeing a fantail in the trees above your head moments before it darts away somewhere out of sight.  I won't attempt to describe the music itself; it'd be almost as bad as that there simile (sorry team, its been a day).  Her second album Party comes out in May.

Get it.

// Weathered //

"And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in."

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Owenga // Black and White

"The glitter of sunlight on roughened water, the glory of the stars, the innocence of morning, the smell of the sea in harbors, the feathery blur and smoky buddings of young boughs, and something there that comes and goes and never can be captured, the thorn of spring the sharp and tongueless cry - these things will always be the same."

Thomas Wolfe - "You Can't Go Home Again"