tonight i couldn’t sleep so i opened the window and i swear i heard crickets. i don’t think there are crickets in winter or in new york for that matter, but in any case it was a christmas miracle.
Lulu Jackson - Careless Love
Bob Dylan - Must Be Santa
Marianne Faithfull - As Tears Go By
as i was coming home on the chinatown bus, the line “brain so good coulda swore you went to college” wouldn’t leave my head.
we couldn’t see meteors either so we explored an abandoned warehouse and discovered an artist’s secret studio. the room that smelled of paint was locked but we saw stacks of canvases through the broken windows. there was also a room with a disgusting bed, used presumably by teenagers to knock genitals. the floor was littered with cigarette butts and i imagine that they were thrown to the floor by post-coital hands, disappointed with their introduction to an terribly unsexy adult world. there were also a number of lawnmowers around, but no surrounding lawn.
Richard and Linda Thompson - I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight
