See Emily Play - Pink Floyd
This is too good, as if listening to Big Star on vinyl for the first time and snagging that Lounge Lizards record wasn’t enough. Thank you, Princeton Record Exchange, for the best first date ever.
“We need to get back to this place where fun supersedes logistics.”
I wish I could play ball for this team.
(Source: NPR, via theoreticalgirl)
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
I cried in a coffee shop bathroom this morning after this came on. I doubt that I am the first person to cry in a coffee shop bathroom to Mazzy Star. Why does my brain fish for connections to everything when I’m down? Why is this song always playing in coffee shops?
“It was some years back, the last time I saw Alex Chilton. We miraculously bumped into each other one autumn evening in New York, he in a Memphis Minnie T-shirt, with take-out Thai, en route to his hotel. He invited me along to watch the World Series on TV, and I immediately discarded whatever flimsy obligation I may have had. We watched baseball, talked and laughed, especially about his current residence — he was living in, get this, a tent in Tennessee.
Because we were musicians, our talk inevitably turned toward women, and Al, ever the Southern gentleman, was having a hard time between bites communicating to me the difficulty in … you see, the difficulty in (me taking my last swig that didn’t end up on the wall, as I boldly supplied the punch line) “… in asking a young lady if she’d like to come back to your tent?” We both darn near died there in a fit of laughter.
Yeah, December boys got it bad, as “September Gurls” notes. The great Alex Chilton is gone — folk troubadour, blues shouter, master singer, songwriter and guitarist. Someone should write a tune about him. Then again, nah, that would be impossible. Or just plain stupid.”
Imagine what it’d be like to watch the World Series with Paul Westerberg and Alex Chilton. I’m in love.