catenary arches. brick ovens. singing in the shower. love.
My three year old self. My eighty year old self. Everyone.
Dylan, Joni, Pixies, Flaming Lips, Tortoise, Os Mutantes, Velvet Underground, Beach Boys, Sonic Youth, Congos, Dolly Parton, Stravinsky, Otis Redding, Sam Cooke and the Soul Stirrers, Jackie Wilson, Young MC, Bowie, Richard Thompson, Full Moon Partisans, Sly and the Family Stone, Marley, Ella Fitzgerald, Nina Simone, Patsy Cline, Josh Ritter, Bollywood, Miles Davis, Sun Ra, Annie Lennox, Blue Train, Tom Waits, Spike Broderick, Van Morrison and the Pogues.
Microcosmos, Crooklyn.
It happens.
A Coney Island of the Mind, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Demian, The Master and Margarita, God of Small Things, Nine Stories, Victor Turner, Tennessee Williams, The Gift, The Phantom Tollbooth, Shepard, Beckett, Shakespeare, Chekhov, Temple of My Familiar.
Amy Morton, Alex Billings and, you know, everyone at school. The Intense Girl Kingdom. My Grandparents. The sun.