Have you ever been fond of a font?: … He has. And so have I.
Proverb of the week: … “The tortoise knows how to make love to his wife.”
Where do you want to go tomorrow?: … or rather (clears throat) “Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know?” No, I haven’t entirely lost my mind. Context is here; noticed it over here; lyrics to “Theme from Mahogany” now playing in your head are right here.
Black skin, white skin: … and all the skin in between, according to one Australian researcher’s explanation.
After the day I just had: … it sure feels good to lock “Beautiful Night” (7.3 MB) on repeat in the iBook currently known as Orange Moon, plunge down into Powell BART after a short skitter along the San Francisco streetscape and head home to my honey. And no, it’s not a cover of “It’s Gonna Be A Beautiful Night,” that sublime live Prince track off his “Sign o’ The Times” album.
Listen to it: six minutes and twenty-five seconds of hip-swaying high-as-hallelujah head-baked noodling, mellow as wine and mildly sensorily psychoactive. A crisp tabla, what sounds like thumb piano or tuned percussion, an amusingly oblique vocal sample, a floaty electric guitar riff, rounded bass, drums and trumpet: all those ingredients, and man do I love the taste. It’s not un-post-rocky, un-Tortoise-like.
It’s the last track on Ani DiFranco’s new album “Revelling,” the first of the two CDs that make up “Revelling/Reckoning,” the Righteous Babe’s latest project. Walked home from Lake Merritt BART listening to it last night; the next-to-last track, “Rock Paper Scissors,” had ended just as my train pulled in. “Beautiful Night” made for a great soundtrack for walking home through the dusk along Madison Street, glancing west at intersections to see the fog like a high wall of surf frozen miles high by some celestial remote.
I do like my walking-home soundtracks, as you know. Maybe it’s just that my barriers are down, and any ol’ thing sounds good to me. But I loved it last night, and now that the fog is socking the city in and fading the skyline outside my window to grey, I can honestly say that it’s all I want to hear. That is, until I get around to the other songs.