The only movie I watched this week was The NeverEnding Story. Wondering what those kids are up to these days? Barret Oliver (Bastian) hasn't done anything since 1989. Noah Hathaway (Atreyu) will be in Troll next year... and then there's this.
Reading:
I haven't really been reading anything this week. I've been mad busy, and have barely been home since last Monday. This post is shaping up pretty freaking weak.
Listening:
Morphine. Bluesy, rock and roll, like nothing else. Vocals smooth and dark as black strap molasses. If Mark Sandman were just a little older, I'd swear he was spawned during the Boston Molasses Disaster. I'm tempted to compare the band's music to drunken sex, but what particular qualities about it draw that comparison, I cannot put my finger on.
"Sandman's primary instrument was a two-string bass guitar (with both strings usually tuned to the same note) played with a slide... Colley played primarily baritone saxophone, and he sometimes played two saxes at once." (thank you, Wikipedia)
"I propose a toast to my self control
You see it crawling helpless on the floor
Someday there'll be a cure for pain
That's the day I throw my drugs away"
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