i’m finding it harder and harder to deal with the extraordinary stupidity of my fellow students and the bitterness of my teachers. i’m irascible and cranky and so very tired, reaching my bi-annual berklee saturation point. very honestly, i just want to be in a country zombie movie and kick ass and play the soundtrack.
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taking off from tampa to boston a few days ago, i kept my window open and watched the miles of candy-colored clouds until i was tired enough to sleep in that staticky thin air of the pressurized cabin. i have clear memories of every time i leave a place or arrive, and it seems i do that more often than is the norm. i already miss the florida sky. i’m starting to be a little unsure as to where my future is headed much past this summer, almost all of my plans now depend on trips to nashville and conversations with important people and whether i can find a producer that understands what i want to do, bringing the past to the present, wrapped in two centuries of art and fashion. but no matter how much my calendar brain wants to map out months beyond july, i know that i will be safe and clean in sarasota for at least a month in between now and when i have to make more decisions. it’s the freest i feel.
les paul and mary ford
MAN ON WIRE
philippe petit est tellement fou, c’est si bon
Marie Antoinette’s bedroom at Versailles
The Temptation of Saint Anthony
1946
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