Out of Egypt:

Consumed by love

Quote (paraphrased) from Linnea, after the Folk Festival: "I saw you sitting over on the trashcan. The way some people look during worship music, that was how you looked just then."

Yeah, music does that to me. Music, memory, and reading others' recorded thoughts. I'm sitting down here in the Cave (Bagpipe office), wishing I had more to do, thinking about people I know and used to know and wishing that I could hit the road tonight instead of Saturday, just go off down that thin strip of interstate into the stars.

Elliott Smith depresses some people. Strangely, he does the opposite to me. Just as "NYC" by Interpol will always remind me of the Bowery trip last fall break (in ways which I should someday write about), "Bled White" from XO reminds me of Chicago from the Wheaton Philosophy Conference. Alanna, if you're reading this, I remember when you photographed me and David Katzman rolling on the beach at the edge of the Great Lake (whichever one that is, I'm terrible at geography).

I sit here, rocking back and forth. Time is passing away, as is care.

I will always remember how you dance... music man, you've got to soak it up!

Posted by: Deke at March 1, 2005 1:37 AM