Musics

Since I'm at work, I'm distracted, so I figured it best to post some youtube tunes I've favorited for redundant reasons...and it should go without saying that for this post to work, I have to assume that my numerous readers have never come across these themselves, and if they have, well:

Here's The Who, with a wicked live performance at some circus tent.



I'm so glad Wes used this version of the song in Rushmore since the original recording is lack-luster.


I've linked this video before in an earlier post commemorating Chopin's birthday, but since I feel as though this is the greatest piano performance ever filmed, I see no problem in using it again. "Ladies and gentlemen, Vladimir Horowitz." --Thunderous applause

"When I am on the stage, I’m a king. No one can interfere with me because I have something to do, and it has to be the best which is within me." - Horowitz, not the best of quotes but it'll suffice.



I enjoy Regina Spektor's performance here more so than others because it feels more intimate, and that's all I want to be with Regina.



You've got to hand it to The Avett Brothers for making "timed" and soulful performances look easy.

Lost

I drove upstate for the weekend to Accord, NY. There it is above, marked by the "A".

I drank beers with the guys. I climbed halfway up a waterfall. I caught bugs in a bug jar and shot a .22 rifle at bottles of Snapple.

It was the first time I had made the trip without referring to a map and I figured it would be just as easy to get back, except it was not. I took one turn that felt unfamiliar and kept going, thinking I could always turn around, that I could stop at some gas station and ask for directions--but the road wound up and down across nameless mountains, with the sun setting behind all those trees. And I was lost and cursing and shouting Avett Brother songs and I remembered something my new boss had told me, since he shares his favorite literary lines with me every time we converse; something about how we always come back, that growing up is a continual regression, that we seek what we had in childhood the further away we get from it.

Verbatim, that quote is not, but the sentiment rang through my head, and I thought about the weekend of freedom, away from the pizzeria, with good friends in a place where little changes--watching water splash over moss-covered rocks, spilling out from somewhere intangible, coming back all over again. So I turned back on my choice and eventually found the thruway, the wide moon resting on the night.

Still without my own computer, I get to experience moments like: Mom trying to change Sex and the City before a sex scene, making a funny face while Miranda gets her sultry on.