If you told me that the album with this cover would be the genesis of my first palpable existential crisis of my twenties, I probably would have snickered. Lord I am not snickering now
This is crazy. Actual crazy thing to say on a song. Let alone one that sounds like this. Ground shattering existential reckoning. Transgresses earthly conventions of yearning. Insane
My first two reads of the year. Hopefully in posting I'll have inked a contract that ensures they'll actually be finished. Happy reading my friends, feel free to share yours
Ten minutes to midnight for me, so happy new year. 2023 was a lesser year in Austin canon so I bid adieu dutifully. All the rain falls down on last year's man every now and again. Happy to know you all, and thank you for knowing me
It was like two years ago when I started writing poetry madly and almost dutifully, even so much as sharing it and printing little booklets, and then somewhere down the line that light just died
This is real because Blue is to date the only album I replayed whereupon having listened to it for the very first time. I think I made focaccia that night
Every Friday night I come out to the soccer fields and every Friday night I am the best dressed dude on the pitch. Florida is undeserving of my rugged graces and scoundrel sensibilities
The thing about jazz is you can pick the record with the cool sleeve and ten times out of ten it's a good record. This also applies to the minimal sleeve
Joan Didion will leave you dropping some wicked vocab. The problem is I play soccer with my friends so I'm saying words like "panglossian" on the pitch
Curtains lifted the show rang out. Bob put I'll Be Your Baby Tonight back in the setlist. The harmonica Was fully out. I woo'd when he name drops the beats in Key West. He tapped his hands on the piano when he wasn't tickling the ivories.
Sitting in the grass listening to this record, nearing the end of a long comedown from a truly horrifying experience with an edible. In earnest: I'm overjoyed to be alive
It was like two years ago when I started writing poetry madly and almost dutifully, even so much as sharing it and printing little booklets, and then somewhere down the line that light just died