pavement, major leagues (demo version)
"nod if you’re interested."
view from the bathroom mirror
(why do people reserve a special ridicule for “bathroom selfies,” when, really, this is probably where i see myself the most? in my mind’s eye, i look like i look in the medicine cabinet mirror over the sink.)
so sad to hear about pete seeger passing, but good to remember all the favorites of my childhood, the foolish frog (which i’m pretty sure is at the root of my love for banjo), his precious friend record with arlo, every time he visited sesame street or reading rainbow, every time i grew up a little and was comforted by how wonderful it still all is.
rest in peace, pete.
yo la tengo, deeper into movies (acoustic)
accurate face, inaccurate backwards shirt.
mount eerie, no flashlight
i can only love those dark hills
because i live in the day.
i can only see the mountain
because i am in town.
i only love night
because i have only smelled it.
actually living in the night means no talking.
i can only say “no flashlight”
because once i forgot it.
actually living in the night means actually walking
in the dark, means
to find caves in song.