...it's still breathtaking painful beauty right up to the sudden cut of an end...
and colour me looking forward to hearing ::Finally:: - his recent covers compilation. ewan sent me straight to Send In The Clowns. if the rest of it is half as good as that it's gonna be a treasured addition to the collection...
there's a week's worth of stickly awkward and painful feelings to be written around...and my beloved bro had a pile of recommended stuff that's worth sharing but i think it'll have to wait. gonna nestle down into reliving that precious night, before sleep...
but while i'm here, i'll recommend jonathan demme's ::rachel getting married:: which i got to see tonight at qft. i could've seen this in tucson last fall but i felt an inner resistance. having seen it, i think i should learn to trust my gut. 'cause i'm glad i waited. i think if i'd seen it then i might never have made it home. it undid me. raw stuff this. at its centre is anne hathaway in a heartbreaking and remarkable portrayal.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here...