huh.
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/08/fashion/sundaystyles/01/HEIDI.html?emc=eta1
ps (did you guys know this song was written about janis joplin? "your heart was a lengend . . . " eh? as in piece of . . . ?)
SPOILERS! (Click to view)Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel #2 Lyrics
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn't you babe...
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
I still haven't figured out what it means to claim
revolutionary change when all that is going on is
an exchange of bad gender roles!
At a Christmas Party the Mitchell Brothers once
held for their dancers, the women hired those beefcake
guys who wear leather chaps over their own naked asses,
and really do hump like bucking horses to the sighs and
excitement of most of the women present. Chippendales?
All of it is taking sex in a direction in so many ways the
direct opposite of how and where I find it a divine comfort
to relax, laugh, and show a little heartfelt passion.
It's also weird to be around those few male on male pick up districts in San Francisco, and watch the pretty little
high school boys climb into the cars with the old fat bankerss. I feel like taking a baseball bat, at times, and
add to coarsening of our current social environments.
Do I sound like a prude. I hope so, Drago
as if.