I couldn't let the year slip by without popping in to say hi after a pretty long break from blogging. Some of the gems accompanying me tonight are –
1. Just Kids by Patti Smith
Robert Michael Mapplethorpe was born on Monday, November 4, 1946. Raised in Floral Park, Long Island, the third of six children, he was a mischievous little boy whose carefree youth was delicately tinged with a fascination with beauty. His young eyes stored away each play of light, the sparkle of a jewel, the rich dressing of an altar, the burnish of a gold-toned saxophone or a field of blue stars. He was gracious and shy with a precise nature. He contained, even at an early age, a stirring and the desire to stir.
Sometimes I wonder if I only read to find people like myself. To understand someone and feel understood; it's that fundamental longing.
2. Spanish Sahara by Foals
This number creeps up on you and slips silently under your skin. Once comfortably settled in, it shimmies a little and fans itself out, and gives a sense of general well-being not unlike that flush one experiences after imbibing liquor.
Here's to a braver new year.