The other day I was kind of aimlessly walking around a subway station to waste time and get out of the cold. I heard an echo of someone singing in a peculiar voice on the platform which is not something I usually pay attention to but I love old people. So, being that this person was singing as if she may be a 90 year old woman, I was obviously intrigued. I walked up the the platform of the F train to find this girl strumming a ukulele and fixing that Leonard Cohen song that I thought Jeff Buckleys polished mopey pony voice had ruined for me for good.
She had a bum knee and was tucked into a corner of the station that is commonly used as a hobos bathroom. Her clothes were tattered, and the pink hair that at some point must have made her seem like a whimsical pixie had grown out only to prove that she was just another person who was probably in a rough spot in her life. Yet her nails were still neatly painted, she showed genuine gratitude for the only dollar in my pocket, and sang one of the heaviest songs made as if she were welcoming the only 2 hung over college students in the station, to an expense paid vacation to Hawaii. She was probably my age, so it may be strange to say, but she was adorable.
I loved her cute little song and that she kind of blushed and rolled her eyes when she messed up, and how she pretty much didn’t care about anything but what she was doing at that moment.
Encountering people like her remind me of why I love living in New York.
You know how everyone you know somehow knows Kevin Bacon?
Brian Eno is kind of the musical equivalence of that. I’m pretty sure that everything music related, since the 70′s, can somehow be linked back to Brian Eno’s magical powers of inspiration/ production.
Early Brian Eno music has been saturating my apartment, subway rides, and time spent staring at walls, all week. Its been great! I’m enjoying it so much that I would like for you to consider dedicating some of November to appreciating Brian Eno, much like I have.
I would make a Brian Eno mix of my favorite songs, but I doneno where I would start! I guess I would pretty much just be copying the set list from his BBC Sessions.
Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch
The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Baby’s on Fire
I’ll Come Running (To Tie Your Shoes)
Seven Deadly Finns
Heres some Brian Eno related things that I suggest to make your average November into more of an Eno-vember:
Rent Velvet Goldmine and feel better about your life
Pretend you’re a martian on a different planet while listing to his “Before And After Science” album. (I’m pretty sure that’s what that album was made for)
Get memorized by his outfits during his Roxy Music days
Talk about David Byrne like you guys are best friends
Everyday, I will encounter multiple things and places that spark a memory or an emotion that are uniquely my own. However, when asked on the spot about pretty much anything that defines me as a person, I constantly draw blanks.
The other day, I got a note from my amazingly crafty homemaker friend Bea asking me to share some facts about myself through Instagram. Although at that moment the request left me starring at a crack in the wall, trying to think of anything about myself that was even remotely interesting, I was excited about coming back to this self serving idea.
Even when I was just a wee emotional nugget back on the LiveJournal farm, no one had ever involved me in one of these silly survey-esque things. This was to be a new first!
So yesterday, when my alarm went off, I gathered up some supplies and went about my day of errand running with a plan. To stop along the way, write out personal facts that I was reminded of as they hit me, and take a photo of the fact along side the thing that triggered it.
An actual swinger once informed me that if Alex and I don’t go back to Swingers and continue to recreate this photo every 7 years, that we will never be able to make bad macaroni and cheese puns ever again.