"I was born a bitch. I was born a painter." - Frida Kahlo
— Bette Davis
Chicago, part 2: Pitchfork Music Festival. Amazing performances by Twin Peaks (there’s nothing more badass than a guitarist rocking out in a wheelchair with a broken leg), Tune-Yards (wild, weird and fun), St. Vincent (girl looked like a model and thrashed around on the stage like Iggy Pop) and of course Neutral Milk Hotel, who instated a no photo/video rule that made everything just a little more magical. It was a dream come true to see them perform live, especially in hazy blue lights, with thousands of sweaty, stoned fans singing “Oh Comely” together, and no distracting cell phone lights flickering up in front of me like fireflies. Very cool, almost spiritual experience. Excuse me while I go listen to “In the Aeroplane Over the Sea” on repeat.
Chicago, part 1: we wandered around Wicker Park, drank hibiscus beer, hung out with street musicians, saw a cool exhibit at the street art-focused Galerie F, went to the Museum of Contemporary Art, drank Moscow mules on the beach at Lake Michigan, braved the lines and ate amazing BBQ at Green Street Smoked Meats and heard a Billy Joel concert at Wrigley Field booming all across Ben’s neighborhood (people were actually called out on their front lawns to listen).
The Supremes in 1965. Amazing.
Two years later, I finally watched the last few episodes of Weeds, and I gotta say, the final scene - with Nancy, Doug, Andy, Silas and Shane sharing a joint in the snow as Rilo Kiley’s “With Arms Outstretched” played - made me choke up. Something about it just felt very real to me. It was a moment of closure, of changing tides and changing times. Don’t you love how in movies and TV shows, those moments are always so beautiful and poetic and poignant? In real life, you reach your moments of closure while scrubbing the soap scum out of your bathtub, or drinking an iced coffee on the subway, or maybe watching a TV show that everyone else long stopped caring about on your laptop while eating salted caramel ice cream. You know what I mean.
P.S. "With Arms Outstretched" is a beautiful song. I almost forgot how much I love Rilo Kiley.