"But we need to forget. And we are enabled to do so. If it were otherwise, we should be in a terrible plight. We should never be able to bear the sight of our whole being in time."
Karl Barth, Church Dogmatics III/2 540
"Everyone’s allowed a past they don’t care to mention"
Bill Callahan, “America!”
Suggested playlists: Melancholy Christmas songs Singers who wear blazers with pushed-up sleeves Songs about grocery stores Songs about life on tour Self-referential songs Self-aggrandizement Story songs Writing that tells, not shows Songs about regretful married people Songs about people getting drunk Songs about people getting drunk in cars Wish fulfillment for songwriters Characters performing psychoanalysis on each other Songs that reference “Auld Lang Syne” Saxophones that suggest falling snow
I can’t get the sand out of my shoes Being in Florida’s done a number on my blues Just the way the women walk around here It’s plain to see the way the sand and sea have done a number on me
I have been listening to this album a lot over the past weeks, but when he sings about the way the women walk around here, I feel exhausted—I don’t want to see it—and the thought of having to be some place where the women walk around in a certain way, presentationally, makes me feel dread. I am existing in a nearly transcendental state, and the state is too fragile to withstand preening.
I wasn’t planning to spend so long in town But the break in the weather has got the partner down She won’t get out, she’s shotgun, seems she’s sewn to the seat It’s a dirty old trick that I’ve yet to lick and she’s yet to beat
I’d probably like to go to a beach in winter though.