an elegy for ryan anderson whose internets is too slow to even watch this probably

may your voyage to avoid social complacency be swift and true.

no sleep til lockport.

from 3pm to 10pm it will be 1997.

beastie boys - ill communication !
pavement - slanted and enchanted !
slowdive - souvlaki space station !
london suede - coming up !
morrissey - viva hate !
morrissey - your arsenal !
rem - monster !

enjoy.

crazy heart, or how i would like to be jeff bridges when i grow up

I saw Crazy Heart this weekend. With my mom. I was tense most of the time because I expected awful things to happen, and you have to understand my mom would react just when someone threw up. But I liked the idea of driving around Texas and New Mexico in a '78 Chevy Suburban (and having a Gretsch Country Gentleman) and playing Bowling Alleys. And then meeting Maggie Gyllenhaal.

Earlier in the day my mom had been talking about how her mom used to drive from Michigan down to Texas every year in a Chevy Suburban towing a 30' airstream. I was a party to a few of these trips when I was two or three, but I have no memory of the Suburban. I think she eventually lost it to a tornado.
So now while I'm sitting idly at my desk I'm picturing my grandmother driving her Suburban through the clouds.

Perhaps a future waits for me as an itinerant country legend.