my teenage basement-paradise
hi my name's jake and i'm a buffyholic
bicycling, writing music, writing poetry, reading, hiking, meditation, yoga, urban exploration, cross-country skiing, longboarding, woodworking, napping, drinking tea, drawing, making video, praying, exploring, watching buffy
pantheism, polytheism, sōtō zen and theravada buddhism, classical stoicism, skepticism, socialism, feminism, environmentalism, myth as metaphor and still valid today.
indie folk, indie rock, freak folk, post-rock, dream pop, ambient, experimental, psychedelic, shoegaze, pop, psychedelic pop, indie pop.
I make music as Herons Wake.
This is my Bandcamp page
Please check out my tunes. Everything is free for download! Criticism and comments are greatly appreciated. Contact me at email@example.com.
• What's on your mind?
“And, like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew
We’re just floating in space over molten rock
And we felt safe and we discovered that our skin is soft
There’s nothing left except certain death
And that was comforting at night out under the moon”
— The Microphones
10:42 pm • 29 February 2012 • 1 note
Policemen in parallel lines
Blind! Blind! Blind!
The broken bones of quivering pines while
Empty waters rise…
And the light of our striving still shines!
Blind! Blind! Blind!
May the light of our striving still shine
And may the light of our striving still shine…
10:05 pm • 21 February 2012 • 1 note
“And the who’s who of the “fuck-yous” that I said when I was young
I thought I had grown, become more mature, but now I am sure
That I’m as dumb as I ever was”
— Julia Nunes
8:43 pm • 5 January 2012 • 18 notes
“In the dark I found my sight
There your name was,
written large in letters bright!
And there my faith was!
“Worry not” declared the night”
— Mount Eerie - “Wooly Mammoth’s Absence”
12:23 pm • 4 January 2012 • 2 notes
“Yeah it’s gonna be alright,
yeah It’s gonna take some time,
but we know we need to change,
and stay the same in some ways.”
— Michael Cota
10:58 pm • 2 January 2012 • 1 note
And a perfect bed
And when you write a poem
I know the words
I know the sounds
Before you write it down
When you wear your clothes
I wear them too
I wear your shoes
And your jacket too
I always knew you
— Sufjan Stevens
8:24 am • 9 December 2011 • 7 notes
“Distorted sounds on oscilloscopes
Distorted facts, I could never cope
My private life is an inside joke
No one will explain it to me”
— Bright Eyes “Shell Games”
9:34 pm • 8 December 2011 • 6 notes
“When you drive home to your place
From that job that makes you sleep
Back to the thoughts that keep you awake”
- Bright Eyes
9:47 pm • 22 November 2011 • 3 notes
The streets outside your window overflooded.
People staring, they know you’ve been broken.
Repeatedly reminded by the looks on their faces.
8:07 pm • 21 November 2011 • 1 note