"Last night I told a stranger all about you...they smiled patiently with disbelief..."
Listening to a lot of Morphine lately. It feels a lot like the first time I listened to the Pixies last year- a blend of excitement at getting into some deliciously good music, wonder at never having heard them before, and the confusing feeling that I'm listening to the soundtrack of someone else's adolescence.
Click to viewI need to go dancing soon-like that real-sweaty-real-close-dark-room-hip-to-hip-to-hip kind of dancing...
and...rework my class schedule...
and start applying for internships...
and finish "American Rust" (good, not AMAZING, but solid portrayal of a failed steel town, and a pretty involving thriller)...
and write a few people.
Yeah.
Gonna go throw some summer squash and butter and white pepper and garlic and salt and on-yon in a pan now. Make some fettucini to go with it. mhm.
love,
a