Watching the movie Natural Born Killers. This movie inspires me to continue to write angry fiction that doesn’t conform. I really love this movie, and the music. This is the opening scene, with the incredible “Waiting for the Miracle”, from Leonard Cohen.
Here’s Cohen singing “The Future”. Goosebumps, hand shakes, head aches. God, I love it.
And then, after writing, that, I remembered this song! There could not be a broader contrast between singers and songs! Christie Allen singing “Goosebumps“.
Yes, I did have some shiny pants like that. I had to do them up with a coathanger, they were so tight.
I’m refreshing the well by going through all my old cassettes. They all need to go and I’m identifying the family ones (speech nights and tapes sent to me when I was overseas) from everything else. At one moment I’m listening to Smetana, the next it’s my sister telling me about her engagement, then it’s Japanese children’s songs. All my pasts, revealed. All my pasts, ready to turn into story.
How wonderful, to have your history drawn out like that, on tape! Will you be able to convert some of them to CD or onto your computer?