Pfui! Well. I am finally moved. I live opposite a beautiful church by the river, so it's taking some time to get used to everything being so pretty. There are plenty drunks on Friday and Saturday nights, but I walk right through them with my impenetrable shield of residential status. I dunno what it's going to be like living alone, but in many ways it's already easier than having other people around.
Also, I bought some fishies to keep me company and they are flippin' out! They swim to the top of the tank and blow bubbles, go back down, and then race up to the surface to pop them! You can hear it from the other side of the room! I have called them the Sanzini Brothers.
My lifelong dream of becoming a batshit hermit is getting closer by the day!
Finally, I've started to be very reluctant to go to bed. It seems like such a waste of time. Typically, it's about midnight and I'm thinking what have I done today?, and usually the answer is virutally nothing. Argh! It seems like time is running out. I'd pay good money to be able to go back in time a few years and fit in more things. This is my third mid-life crisis in the space of ten years. Hopefully, by the time I actually am middle-aged, I'll be past all this and making a living as a successful author / journalist / musician / golddigger. Is this experience? I thought I was getting wiser for a bit, but now I think I'm becoming both more naive and stupider. In fact, sometimes I think being naive is a pretty great condition to be in. Is that wisdom? Or is that being dumb? And would any of this matter if I were drinking a cool beer in a quiet Venetian piazza?
Also, I bought some fishies to keep me company and they are flippin' out! They swim to the top of the tank and blow bubbles, go back down, and then race up to the surface to pop them! You can hear it from the other side of the room! I have called them the Sanzini Brothers.
My lifelong dream of becoming a batshit hermit is getting closer by the day!
Finally, I've started to be very reluctant to go to bed. It seems like such a waste of time. Typically, it's about midnight and I'm thinking what have I done today?, and usually the answer is virutally nothing. Argh! It seems like time is running out. I'd pay good money to be able to go back in time a few years and fit in more things. This is my third mid-life crisis in the space of ten years. Hopefully, by the time I actually am middle-aged, I'll be past all this and making a living as a successful author / journalist / musician / golddigger. Is this experience? I thought I was getting wiser for a bit, but now I think I'm becoming both more naive and stupider. In fact, sometimes I think being naive is a pretty great condition to be in. Is that wisdom? Or is that being dumb? And would any of this matter if I were drinking a cool beer in a quiet Venetian piazza?
I don't even know Smith's work, honestly, but the method of suicide strikes me as brutal and unnerving. When I saw the Geraldine Fibbers five years ago, they mentioned watching the Oscars and someone in the crowd yelled "ELLIOTT SMITH!!" and Carla nodded and said, "Yeah, he was nominated." That's my one Elliott anecdote; I'll certainly be checking out his work, as I need to with Nick Drake and Jeff Buckley... I'm extremely lucky, in that Arlington Country Libraries have all the Johnny Cash albums of the '90s and I've been burning 'em lately...
I sent a text message to everyone when I found out about ES. My friend was at the Snow Patrol gig in Bristol and he'd found out when the band did a little tribute halfway through the gig. He was absolutely dumbstruck.
If you're gonna be checking out Nick Drake, I'd go for a compilation called Way To Blue. That's how I found him, and it's still my favourite.
Have fun outside. I'm indoors again, hanging up pictures. John Coltrane in my front room and a poster of the total eclipse at Stuttgart in the hall. Who needs conversation when you've got that, right?