starucks cryfest cell phone epiphany
Two weeks ago I destroyed another cell phone in anger, so I recently i found myself waiting at the Sprint store while the service tech transferred my numbers.
This would take a few minutes so I drifted over to the neighboring Starbucks to sip half-caf and catch up on school reading (Knut Hamsun's "Hunger").
As much as it pains me to admit, the music they were playing was pretty damn good. It was a record of Leonard Cohen covers, many of which it seemed I'd heard before. I continued reading and sipping. All was good and as normal as could be expected near the intersection of Sunset and Western.
But damn that Jeff Buckley. Damn his "Hallelujah." Not thirty seconds after that song starts playing and I start tearing up. Thirty seconds later, I'm fucking weeping. It's 11 am and I'm supposed to be reading Scandanavian literature while waiting for my cell phone to be repaired and it's all I can do to not totally break down on the cushioned chairat a Hollywood Starbucks. Thank God for dark glasses.
I replaced replaced my long-lost copy of Grace today while on an itunes bender. And so it was that not five minutes ago,I was reduced, once again, to a quivering pile of fleshy rubble.
Damn.
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other ipurchases:
new Arctic Monkeys
new Belle & Sebastian
Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins
both Sufjan Stevens "state" albums (got sick of waiting around for my sister's copies...)
This would take a few minutes so I drifted over to the neighboring Starbucks to sip half-caf and catch up on school reading (Knut Hamsun's "Hunger").
As much as it pains me to admit, the music they were playing was pretty damn good. It was a record of Leonard Cohen covers, many of which it seemed I'd heard before. I continued reading and sipping. All was good and as normal as could be expected near the intersection of Sunset and Western.
But damn that Jeff Buckley. Damn his "Hallelujah." Not thirty seconds after that song starts playing and I start tearing up. Thirty seconds later, I'm fucking weeping. It's 11 am and I'm supposed to be reading Scandanavian literature while waiting for my cell phone to be repaired and it's all I can do to not totally break down on the cushioned chairat a Hollywood Starbucks. Thank God for dark glasses.
I replaced replaced my long-lost copy of Grace today while on an itunes bender. And so it was that not five minutes ago,I was reduced, once again, to a quivering pile of fleshy rubble.
Damn.
**
other ipurchases:
new Arctic Monkeys
new Belle & Sebastian
Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins
both Sufjan Stevens "state" albums (got sick of waiting around for my sister's copies...)