After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling

[solipsismsaves]

Last night found me curled up with Favorites on a blanket under a tiny grove of fogged-in redwood trees, listening to Will Oldham sing with a guitar, kazoo (now mine!) and friend.

We showed up to the Library 'round 3, which lies across the road from the edge of the continent, in Big Sur. We settled on our blankets in front of the tiny stage and

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[selsin]

his music makes me want to stay awake forever just so i can continue listening.

[solipsismsaves]

don't i know it!

[scallionsplease]

that sounds like a great evening. how does big sur look after this summer?

[solipsismsaves]

it was a lovely evening. big sur and carmel valley are very dear to my heart, i spent my childhood summers there with lightning storms and puppies. my parents live in the valley now.

quite a few of the hills are absolutely barren and scorched by the fire. it came up literally about 10 feet behind the Library, it's quite surreal to see. making room for new growth, one hopes. scary, but much needed, apparently.

[uptightfish]

how dreamy. can you photograph the kazoo? i want to see the engraving. that's really wonderful. i'm glad he treated you so well.

[solipsismsaves]

you have no idea how dreamy. i think you are one of only two people who understand why he is my soul mate.

i will photograph the kazoo once i get my camera back (from my cousin, who, randomly, will be on some big food network competition in march. i don't know if you chefs keep up with that sort of thing, but, well.)

[outunderstars]

I second the request for a kazoo images.

[solipsismsaves]

soonly! waiting for the return of my camera.

[andberlin]

mmm perfect evening. wandering down brick lane while listening to alela made me miss the dry ascetic hum of home, and all the condemned rogues who sailed across the sea with her pirates to make it all possible.

[solipsismsaves]

it really was.

dry ascetic hum of home

love it.