Sometimes a movie looks like it’s going to be terrible, and it usually is. But one time in a hundred, one of those movies turns out to be beautiful. Those aren’t great odds, but I’ll take them every time.
I’m itching to go down to NYC this month, as there’s going to be a pretty great lineup at BAM. There’s an evening with 3 singer/songwriter types: Sam Beam (yes!), Devendra Banhart (meh), and Stephen Merritt (also yes!).
I’m pretty sure I won’t find the time to get away, but i can dream. It’s times like this that can inspire someone to move to someplace where more *things* happen.
Poor old boring middle of the road me, posting the most famous touring band in the world on my tumblr. And sure, I prefer the Townes Van Zandt version of this. But it’s 4am and I should be working already, and need something up tempo and with drums.
There are days when life feels like a Fitzgerald novel, where everything beautiful is lush, senseless and doomed. There are moments when the most precious and beloved elements are brutally and casually erased, and we know that the better qualities of the world—compassion, generosity, justice—are things we must search for only in ourselves and sometimes, in each other.