On a side note: freaking vegans, making things out of other things, making things hard to categorize.
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Hmm, the song information isn’t showing up, so here:
Bill Callahan
Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle
Too Many Birds
Walking slowly on a cool summer night is the greatest thing in life. The silent proximity of friend is pretty fucking great too.
I recently had an exciting and uncomfortable idea of writing critical essays about individual friends and acquaintances, analyzed through my personal interactions and observations of their words and actions. The discomfort comes from the possibility that the criticism could be perceived as malicious or unfair. However, I’d like to posit the idea that what I write would be based on personal observations and analysis, with the attempts to mimic a biographer’s objectivity and evidence-based arguments. The intent isn’t directive; however, open information and opinions will play their role in altering behaviors. If I am “wrong” and misperceived a person’s character, feel free to retort, correct, enlighten, and/or attack me. All bits of information will alter the image.
Whatever I think of you and you of me, based on whatever knowledge you and I possess of the other has truth to it. I invite you to analyze me critically (because of the narcissism). As Eminem sings, “I am, whatever you say I am/If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am“.
Anyways, this is just an idea. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with it. It might just be some justification for public, passive aggressive shit-talking.
I’m always amazed by the emotional and intellectual honesty of children. A small girl was fussing over a card game. Her older sister said it was just a card game and her father reiterated the fact. The small girl made clear the card game was irrelevant and that the card game was the method in which she felt slighted, in which she felt she was being overlooked and underappreciated. Sir, I hope you listen to the words she speaks and encourage such honest outbursts.
In writing that last line I became extremely emotional, chocking up with tears. Strange. Physically uncontrollable.
Also:
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This more palatable version is missing the following lines:
“I wore the exact same clothes for five days;
the bail bondsman gave me a smile;
I was thinking of only my sins all the while.”
Anyways, they are playing on August 9th, 2009 here:
Williamsburg Waterfront
East River State Park, 90 Kent Ave.
Brooklyn, New York 11211
United States
