a song we all oughta sing sometime
nota bene:
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a camera that can’t seem to decide on an angle, a focus, a zoom, but lingers at just the right places: “you are tired…”, “with you my life…”
otis lunar eclipse
coordinated suits in shades of green
indulgent body-jerking pauses, “ows”
the glint of guitar tuning pegs
what i see in the hi-def, hi-fi version of this on the dvd i’m holding hostage from the library as long as i possibly can, and what you miss in this crappy youtube clip:
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the texture of his skin, the pop of his green suit
the clouds of his breath — traces of a cold monterey night
an appreciative, largely white audience