O Portland, Is My Soul in Thee?
So, I drove to Portland at 12 midnight, arrived at 2:30am, slept in a four star hotel, woke up to an omelette and good coffee, drove to a studio where I saw a roomful of people I love and admire, sang elaborate harmonies on a great song by a great band I am privileged to know, interviewed with a friend whose music I really respect for his band's DVD, then basked in the friscalating dusklight with two of my sweetest friends, who drank pomegranate cosmopolitan after mojito while we shared garlic-strewn artichoke hearts on crusty bread.
Even I can confess that life looks good on paper.
Even I can confess that life looks good on paper.
4 Comments:
Sounds like a good time in Portland; you're welcome anytime.
Anyway we could torture you into telling us which bands?
Is friscalating really a word? Because I love it.
it's a word made up by wes anderson in "the royal tenenbaums" and uttered by owen wilson's phony cormac mccarthy ripoff writer. it's basically my favorite phrase: "friscalating dusklight." like when the character reads it, you just know "dusklight" is one word.
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