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Showing posts with label friday classics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friday classics. Show all posts

Friday, March 25, 2011

{friday classics} - year of the pig

february 2 2009
bisogno

darrel said to me
"you're not 12 years older than i am. that would make you a pig"

Friday, March 18, 2011

{friday classics} - latte nostalgia

I'm currently reading You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried: The Brat Back, John Hughes and Their Impact on a Generation by Susannah Gora. In the spirit of 80s nostalgia and great soundtracks [March Violets anyone?], I'm posting this gem from my latte collection. 

friday jan 18 2008

first Dark Horse latte of the New Year
morrissey played
the guy beside me swooned back to his youth during "heaven knows i'm miserable now"
and said that he firmly believed that the music one listens to between the ages of 14 and 17 stay with you forever
_________

What were you listening to between the ages of 14 and 17?

Here's some March Violets via Somekind of Wonderful for you this morning [for some reason, the dialogue has been sped up so they sound like the Chipmunks]. I have been known to sneak a Watts-ism or two into my plays. 


Friday, March 11, 2011

{friday classics}

I've taken over 300 pictures/self portraits [quantity not quality] of latte sipping over the past 4-ish years, complete with date and what I overheard at the time. It began as a distraction while I sat at my "other office" writing my plays. And then it just evolved into a thing. I've decided to pull favorites and post them on Fridays. Here we go.

march 12 2008
HAPPY LATTE ALBUM ANNIVERSARY!
Darkhorse

Rock with You by Michael Jackson playing on the stereo, everyone rockin' their heads at the table, and the fellas beside me discussing their coworker:

"He's gay. His home is immaculate and he tucks in his shirt. I'm lucky if I do that 4 times a year"


october 15th [2007]
darkhorse

i sat beside a couple of people
who reunited after 20 years
they were high school sweet hearts
catching up
and she remembered what he wrote in her yearbook
"you have really crappy taste in music"