look how damn casual.
so yes, this post is a little last minute, and i apologize. but life happens – and really… what can you even say about duke? he’s just a musical and cultural giant that has influenced countless artists. and i can’t even begin to describe him tonight. so instead i’ll just say that in his music, there never seems to be a moment of rest, instead there’s just so much movement in the notes.
just like my life lately.
and with that… i leave you with the far east suite.
after a rather interesting night in wrigleyville last night, i decided to reflect on some of my fonder memories of the area. one of the first group dates i had upon moving back to chicago was, of course, a cubs game. or… if you ask my friend from new jersey, ‘the mets game vs. the cubs.’
i wouldn’t say that i have strong feelings towards any one team, but i feel good about baseball as a whole, i especially love kids playing baseball because of the skewed head size: helmet ratio, and obviously kenny powers.
disclaimer: that link has strong language and content.
but its hysterical.
anyway, i usually just cheer for whoever is the home team…. except that time i cheered against the astros. oops.
but wrigley is wonderful because it is beautiful and old, and its casually in the city and you don’t have to go to the middle of nowhere, south chicago to get there.
yes, i’m hating on you, sox.
also because this guy.
and the other guy i like there… the one that makes the best bloody marys.
but we had great seats right by a huge group of rowdy, questionably new york gentlemen who kept yelling TAKE YOUR TAWP OWFF…
don’t worry… not to us.
it seems to be a baseball thing that we couldn’t figure out??
and by a pair of sleeping guys (perhaps newly 21?).
and, of course, the cubs didn’t disappoint.
‘oh did you miss it? he hit a home run!’
‘oh, good! … what is that?’
so damn charming.
we did, however, have to leave after the seventh inning stretch, which, by the way, isn’t followed by a charming song about chicago. unlike texas, where we sing deep in the heart of texas. duh. but we had to leave because it was approximately a degree outside and none of us were dressed appropriately.
mostly, on account of it being JUNE.
but cooler temperatures, of course, warrant warm drinks. so obviously we caught the end of the game at a bar across the street, enjoying irish coffees and beat all the traffic out of the field.
no, i’m not kidding.
[artwork by shane harrison.]
i’m not being pretentious or lofty in any way, shape, or form. i genuinely love mozart. although it did take me a little while to get there… see when i was a kid my dad made some offhand comment about doing schoolwork while listening to mozart would make you smart.
obviously i tried it.
anyway, i was NOT a fan. but it might not have been the music… it was probably the doing homework that i was having an issue with. because things like sunshine and gymnastics and girltalk. now don’t get all judgmental on me – clearly, i turned that around right quick and learned how to write in cursive or whatever. so calm down.
but really, more often than not, if you see me walking down the street, or loitering in a museum, or wearing quite the bitchface while waiting on a late train, i’ll be listening to mozart.
but like… sometimes it is jay-z.
so. long story short – everything has been more than a little hectic since i’ve moved back to chicago, so i have a lot of things to talk about, including almost dying in a storm, the time i ended up in indiana.
those two instances are related… but it was not like my apartment traveled to indiana via tornado.
if you do, however, want to buy me a pair of red sparkle shoes, i will not protest.
but we’ll get to all that later. but before we dive right in (later this week), lets have a quick preview.
‘so you haven’t left millennium park? what a tourist.’
and the pirates. or and the pictures. or whatever the hell they are this week. they’ve changed their name no less than three times since i’ve been following them.
anyway, i’ve been obsessed with bodyparts and first aid EPs lately, as i find them to be really good music to run to. in like a ‘yeah, i’m a tough girl who listens to music with interestingly unique percussive instruments and quirky lyrics but i still love a good frappuccino on a hot day’ kind of way.
‘is that a thing?’
yeah, sure…. like a hipster lite situation. some of you get that right?
they have sort of an interesting sound… its like kate nash + regina spektor (sometimes) + feist + the heartless bastards… kind of. but as it turns out, i haven’t been paying attention well enough and they released a whole other album… or two that i’ve never heard. so here we go.
so i’ve been a little MIA lately, but its for a very good reason. see… i moved back to chicago.
so damn romantic you could just spit.
i can’t even tell you about the way i love otis redding. my favorite songs are the ones about being broken: the emotion in his voice, that strain, is just unequaled. and i cannot help but dance when his songs come on – there is just something in them that makes you move. otis will just make you lose your mind, and it takes an immense talent to have that effect on people.
tragically, otis was killed in a plane accident in his late twenties, and considering the influence he had on music during his short time here, his unrealized potential is almost unfathomable. what little music we do have, however, is absolutely remarkable, and i bet you can’t help but move in your seat either.