sometimes you get turned upside down but have no idea how to pick up the pieces, and can't really tell if they are any worse than before but you know you've been tossed around by the tears down your cheeks and the overwhelming feeling of being close to genius?
Searching For Sugar Man....
thanks to Hola (canada) i was able to finally watch this documentary http://youtu.be/oWCoGhaS4Es
What can I say... not much... The film was deserving of all praise.
Somewhat depressing that it took this long to see it.
But so grateful for the confluence of circumstances that lead to it.
Like this quote:
He approached the work from a different place than most people do took it very very seriously, sort of like a sacrament. .... He had this kind of magical quality, that all genuine poets and artists have, to elevate things to get above the mundane, the prosaic all the bullshit all the mediocrity that is everywhere the artist, the artist is the pioneer ...
spoken by a guy that looks way too much like Gary David
But rings truer than anything.
There's something, something worthy of a million words. A long story. My story.
Some confluence of emotional resonance.
Till i figure it out more it is what it is. Life. You live as an exploiter, and exploitee or one who fights the former with whatever tools you have been given. Or you find a grey area where you slip through the cracks by luck, chance or lack of either.
Two movies tonight. Avatar (holy shit what a boring over worked, shitty plot, bad writing movie, youngest was telling me what was going to happen next with scary accuracy) yes some people love it Oooo love story... meh stupid. Then...
Then...
I start watching Searching for Sugar Man after putting the girls to bed.
should have switched it up, watched sugar man with the girls and me fall asleep watching overworked CG film.
But no, i watched Sugar Man....
and middle of one of the coldest nights i'm wide awake.
but... I'm listening to Rodriguez on youtube
and thinking...
desperately wishing for a way to convey, how i see things, to more than four or five people... but watching the poison spewed by those who reach millions... and look at why I have to think maybe not is a better measure of a life lived properly.
The detroit/michigan connection hit hard tonight. the snow everywhere in the film... the snow everywhere here...
Michigan left an indelible imprint on my soul. I showed up and couldn't wait to leave. A few years later, i'd found some of the most amazing MTB trails, found some of the best friends ever... and well left with two of the most amazing daughters in the world.
And the guilt from never going back is palpable.
Michigan. The Mitten, right in the middle of the fucking mitten. And then we've got this tapping into my brain after 28 of the snowiest days in RI maybe. It has snowed 20 of the last 28 days here. No melting. And almost no plowing.
Maybe we get some rain on Sunday. Temps though have been decreasing on a daily pace. I figure by Saturday, the forecast will be for 8-10" of snow instead of the rain posted now.
But side track.
This film.
Searching for Sugar Man. Thank you UCI/CX for teaching me about Hola and watching live stuff, and discovering that I could watch this from Canada, seeing as we're close to the -20C temp range it seems appropriate that I watched it from the neighbors up north.
I think I may have gotten to the point of saying, hey - it is late enough, what's the point of going to sleep.
But words, aren't flowing like they should, brain delving into deeper introspection, out of practice just opening up and letting it flow. For better or worse. Maybe we'll unleash a bit more, unbridle, remove a bar or two from the window and see what happens. For now, maybe we'll force some big stupid head dumbass to go to sleep by hitting publish.
leaving it with: watch Searching for Sugar Man. by whatever means is in your digital/fiscal arsenal
heddwch
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