All of the sudden I want some rice for dinner…
The wedding day… don’t do it!
Kathleen Burke Island of Lost Souls, 1932
I try but something always fucks it up…
Hitler getting bitch-slapped
One of my little indulgences in life is the music of Bohren Und Der Club of Gore. They make music for Thorazine addicts… not really, but their slow Noir sound beckons the 1940s New York gumshoe alone in his office filled with rich tobacco smoke… alone.
It’s not music for everyone but once you step into their world you’re hooked.
Stop and ride. Go in and out.