Part I: Light entertaining
Alluring, do you do?
Back view. These are surely, surely elegant flares.
Revealing a little of what is Part II: Rush.
Run, drive, dive, rule. Rain. Dance.
If you don’t already own one of these street-love runabouts in an unusual color and texture, don’t shy of them.
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And this is the whole song, for those end-of-the-years.
is what I get from M. Ward’s guitar-playing and that voice. Makes me want to eat his fingers and cook mine.
*click* ready to dance with me girls and boys? Then we get up and laugh madly at 2:34 and yodel at 3:05.
Yes, it is possible to have both a pair of leggings and jeans in one. We’re working to bring other colors to the store, this thing called holey. Punk. Smut.
The Weeping Meadow, score for the film of the same name
There was a time I walked a lot and went about the same places alone a lot. I still go about the same places alone quite a lot, except now I don’t do it with my head. It was on one of these alone walking days I first heard Eleni Karaindrou’s music, and this particular composition led me to Theo Angelopoulos’ film The Weeping Meadow. I’m not sure what I want to say here. Maybe I have ignited a spark from the vision of those years on hearing that composition again. Maybe a wind is threatening to start a fire. Or maybe the fire has not died.
If chance permits, the film too, has a life. A short chapter in history is seldom a side chapter, however forgotten. How many of you have felt like a gypsy, before knowing the word?
Film score available as soundtrack for the film here on Amazon.
A trailor clip of the film here.
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