Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.
"Sometimes working with the camera, somebody does something that’s just beyond belief. Garry Winogrand takes pictures of things that in your wildest dreams you wouldn’t think could exist in the world. There’s a picture of a cow’s tongue in a cowboy’s hat that becomes a beautiful thing; it looks like a piece of architecture. In your wildest dreams you couldn’t come with that and that’s just because he was aware that it might be possible. He was there when it happened and his head worked that way.”
—Lee Friedlander, from “Interview with Lee Friedlander,” Viewing Olmstead (1996)
I post this song again as I didn’t realize the version before was a live in front of a studio audience version.
This song stuck in my head for a couple of reasons. One being that it hits pretty close to home right now. The second is that I was listening to KKJZ in Los Angeles last Saturday and this song was played by the DJ. By the time the song ended the DJ had broken down in tears and stated that he never typically does this but decided to play it a second time in a row, on air, on the radio. I don’t need to tell you that that never happens. You couldn’t help but feel for this man, and I did and for someone else and then for myself and ultimately for almost everyone else as well.
Cammy dropping her street name and demanding her payment. #legit