there's a sudden joy that's like a fish in moving light
I really love this video of Sufjan Stevens standing on a rooftop, singing an Innocence Mission song and accompanying himself with a banjo:
The part about it I love in particular is that it is cold outside where he is standing, and his fingers are probably frozen stiff, and so his banjo-playing is clumsy! I love clumsinesses; I find them endearing. (Not in my own things, though, where I find them infuriating.)
(The clumsiness I love is when someone is learning how to do something new to her, and she is paying close attention but her hands don't know what to do yet; or she makes a mistake she doesn't know how to correct; or when her movements are deliberate and exaggerated and inefficient, like teaching somebody to knit; or when someone is technically proficient at a thing but there is some limitation in the way. I see my own clumsiness not as evidence of learning but as proof of the laziness of not having practiced enough. Which is just what I love when I watch someone else do it.)
(I am thinking about clumsiness in the first place because I am feeling clumsy at reading and writing, and moreover because I am making a silly hat from silly yarn on 8mm needles and watching my hands while I do it, there is movement all the way to my elbows.)
Click to viewThe part about it I love in particular is that it is cold outside where he is standing, and his fingers are probably frozen stiff, and so his banjo-playing is clumsy! I love clumsinesses; I find them endearing. (Not in my own things, though, where I find them infuriating.)
(The clumsiness I love is when someone is learning how to do something new to her, and she is paying close attention but her hands don't know what to do yet; or she makes a mistake she doesn't know how to correct; or when her movements are deliberate and exaggerated and inefficient, like teaching somebody to knit; or when someone is technically proficient at a thing but there is some limitation in the way. I see my own clumsiness not as evidence of learning but as proof of the laziness of not having practiced enough. Which is just what I love when I watch someone else do it.)
(I am thinking about clumsiness in the first place because I am feeling clumsy at reading and writing, and moreover because I am making a silly hat from silly yarn on 8mm needles and watching my hands while I do it, there is movement all the way to my elbows.)