This was indeed a fine evening at BAM with my friend Dylan and, like, a mega band of amazing musicians.
And then someone makes a documentary that gives it’s subjects the dignity and compassion they deserve, sans judgement. They help find the beauty and grace inside even the most tragic shit show.
"It did not occur to me that one day I would be so greedy for Jubilee. Voracious and misguided as Uncle Craig out at Jenkin’s Bend, writing his history, I would want to write things down.
I would try to make lists. A list of all the stores and businesses going up and down the main street and who owned them, a list of family names, names on the tombstones in the cemetery and any inscriptions underneath. A list of the titles of movies that played at the Lyceum Theatre from 1930-1950, roughly speaking. …
The hope of accuracy we bring to such tasks is crazy, heartbreaking.
And no list could hold what I wanted, for what I wanted was every last thing, every layer of speech and thought, stroke of light on bark or walls, every smell, pothole, pain, crack, delusion, held still and held together— radiant and everlasting.”
- Alice Monroe “Lives of Girls and Women”
Exceptional Adirondack lean-to with field stone chimney in New York State, USA.