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everything looks perfect from far away

Comments: 0 - Date: September 13th, 2005 - Categories: things i say

i was just sitting on the fire escape, enjoying a bourbon and trying to spot a star, or venus even, in the tiny slice of sky defined by the backyard space between my building and the building behind us through the haze and city light (you can see a handful really late a night). someone in the building to our left was practicing piano, and the fountain in the yard behind us was, well, burbling, i guess. small moments of humanity and anonymous community make me love this sprawling city even more. after a long day of the hard new york facade on the subway and walking through the streets, we come home to open our windows to the summer evening breezes and let our lives carry gently from one window to the next. nights like this let me think that maybe i’ll be ok here.

haven’t you heard?

Comments: 0 - Date: September 10th, 2005 - Categories: things i say

so i was walking to the 4th ave stop to catch the r train to fill out employment paperwork at the public, and as i was crossing 6th ave, a mom and her son were crossing 4th street. i had the crossing signal, but the kid looked down 4th street and then started crossing. his mom jerked him back and chided him, to which the kid responded “it’s called jaywalking, mom. haven’t you heard of it? we are in new york.” he then rolled his eyes and proceeded to lead his mom across the street.

somewhere down the line

Comments: 1 - Date: September 5th, 2005 - Categories: music, things i say

“bought a tape just the other day of a band i used to listen to: set me back a couple of beers, set me back a couple of tears.” ‘down the line’ by big wheel from “slowtown.” in the midst of many days off and broke, i’ve been scanning through the web. downloaded some live recordings from the slint reunion. visited peter searcy’s site and thought back to all the good times at big wheel shows, hanging with gret listening to “could you please and thank you,” and was struck by how much of my past is interwoven with his songs. then imported all of my arial m / papa m into my itunes, and thought back to my first few years at xavier and getting nat hooked on his stuff. what strikes me now is that music seemed to be more visceral, or kinesthetic, or just more important to my life back then (yeah, like it was so long ago). not that i don’t live and die by my music now, but, like everything else in high school (and even college), things just seemed to mean so much more than they do now. though i did go see be careful little hands with em and the other matt h. the other night, and it was pretty amazing. an experience i feel i haven’t had recently. with all this time on my hands, i’m trying to get things organized and look up shows i want to see in the near future. maybe with some planning i’ll rekindle the all out lust for music that came so naturally back then. aren’t i a little young to be obsessing about my “youth?”