“She was silent. She was looking at her feet in which she noticed, as if for the first time, blue veins. The sun was at its apogee. She was conscious, as if it were a moment of weightlessness, that her life, too, was at its apex; it was sacred, floating, ready to change direction

Hans Zimmer’s score for Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar (2014) is one of the most spectacular and emotional I have ever heard/experienced; it brings tears to my eyes *every time*. That damn pipe organ. youtube.com/watch?v=L_8t2V…

Just arrived in Las Vegas for all three Dead & Co. shows at The Sphere this wknd; promises to be epic.

Dead & Co. last night at The Sphere. Just an overwhelming experience. John Mayer was just incendiary last night; on another planet, in another universe

Listening to Beck’s absolutely genius Sea Change (2002) for the first time in far, far too long. Not only is it one of the greatest break-up albums of all time, with spectacular songwriting and musicianship, but, as a bonus—which I had never picked up on before—it explicitly

Great Michal Penn song. “Invisible,” off his first album, March (1989); incredible drums by the legendary Jim Keltner. youtube.com/watch?v=EAVvgW…

Walter Becker’s solo on Junkie Girl is beyond: youtube.com/watch?v=j6ki-F…

“"In two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year....Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it." — Daisy Buchanan, The Great Gatsby Didn’t miss it this year. (And a great analogy

On the passing of Donald Sutherland, please watch Klute (Pakula, 1971) and Don’t Look Now (Roeg, 1973).

Tony Gilroy was a prophet. “There's no play here. There's no angle. There's no champagne room. I'm not a miracle worker, I'm a janitor. The math on this is simple. The smaller the mess the easier it is for me to clean up.”

Condesa and Roma earlier this week. CDMX never gets old.

Between “Trump’s ear was not actually grazed by a bullet” and “Joe Biden did not actually step down/sign the letter” . . . All of you lunatics, on both sides of the political spectrum, need to just grasp on to something real/touch grass/remove your heads from whatever insane echo

Was fortunate enough to see Dead & Company at Sphere for all three nights last weekend, after having also seen all three nights on Memorial Day wknd. John Mayer, without the ability to use the index finger of his fretting hand (car door accident) was operating on another plane,

My God, XTC were just so great. Take just this one song, for example—one of so many great ones, that I would barely know where to start. The *chords* on this—crazy jazz shit; just masterful. Dave Gregorys’s *ridiculous* guitar solo. Colin Moulding’s bass—what?! Andy

While I’m on the topic of mid-‘80s to early ‘90s XTC, let me just add this one. Holy shit, they were really stretching out here; such fearless ambition, and so fully realized. And the entire album holds up to this standard—as does the one before it and the one after it.

Carlito’s Way (1993) is De Palma’s greatest film. Blow Out (1981) a close second.

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