I could tell you about the various musical leaps I made tonight, from
John Coltrane to Miles Davis to Tim Buckley to Leonard Cohen to Johnny Cash to Kris Kristofferson to The Blues Brothers to Tammy Wynette to Lou Reed to David Bowie to Buddy Guy and back once again.
But, having gotten to the other side of it, I'm tired, and a storm's starting, and I think I'm officially sick of listening to sad bastard music, abusive relationship music, apology songs, I'm-too-cool-to-feel-music, and strung out heroin junkie music. I think I just need to put Androgynous on repeat a few times, until I am full of cozy earnestness again and can curl up by the window with my story notebook and listen to the thunder rocketing through the city.
Or maybe I'll just go to sleep. When did it get to be 3am?
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