i was on the road and heading to asheville, north carolina. it was friday afternoon and i was looking at another weekend of babying my finger, which still felt tweaked after six (or was it eight?) weeks of rest. but then r and va starting talking some sense into this anxious boy. rolling hills, crisp rock, good food, cold beer, plenty of laughs.. i needed it. and around 8pm when they came to pick me up, i couldn’t help but feel a little like harold crick when he stopped counting brush strokes..
by the end of the weekend, i’d been to rumbling bald and looking glass, eaten at the west end bakery and the lucky otter, lost three hours to the awful “american gangster”, listened to talking timbuktu and leo kottke, got to know a the good man who let us crash at his home, and, best of all, got to hang out for a weekend with r and va.
it’s funny.. being away from everywhere and everything can calm you down so quickly and thoroughly. weekends like those show the stark contrasts with the rest of the week.. and remind you, so explicitly, of the rest of the life. and since that’s what i’m after right now, i don’t think i could’ve made a better last minute decision.
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holy great pictures, batman. i’m glad you got out and had a little fun.
oh, and i’m terribly sorry about your sandal. that looks pretty devastating.
smiles.
I disliked “american gangster” too. i was lost at burning a man in a chair and then later shooting someone in the forehead in broad daylight. I understand the message of such things, but the currency of horror is one I wish to deal in less and less.
and for the record, the jay-z album that was inspired by the movie was equally mediocre. there were a couple catchy tunes and good lines, but mostly it felt like he was burning his creativity, his real purpose, in a chair.