Friday, July 27, 2012

The Mixtape.

"3 Libras" -- A Perfect Circle
"Nighttime" -- Tracey Thorn
"Live to Tell" -- Madonna
"I Want You" -- Madonna/Massive Attack
"Inertia Creeps" -- Massive Attack
"Pink Panther" -- Eigenart
"Miss You" -- Trentemoller
"That's As Close As I'll Get to Loving You" -- Aaron Tippin
"Dreaming" -- Aurora (Goldtrix Remix)
"Strangelove" -- Depeche Mode
"Nite and Day" -- Al B. Sure
"Heartbreaker" -- Bee Gees and Dionne Warwick
"Dare to Fall in Love" -- Brent Bourgeois
"I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You" -- Colin Hay
"Time After Time" -- Cyndi Lauper
"Break My Fall" -- DJ Tiesto and BT
"Come Undone" -- Duran Duran
"Barely Breathing" -- Duncan Sheik
"Wonderful" -- Adam Ant
"Amazing" -- George Michael
"Love and Anger" -- Kate Bush
"Something About You" -- Level 42
"Not Me" -- Lo Pro
"Butterflies" -- Michael Jackson
"You're Not Alone" -- Olive (ATB Remix)
"Fortress" - Pinback
"Sunrise" -- Simply Red

Tuesday, May 29, 2012


I transcribed the scene in the Louie episode "Subway/Pamela" in which Louis C.K. professes his love for Pamela. These are his lines only.

Look, I know you don’t feel the same way about me. I know that; I’m not stupid. It’s fine. I’m actually fine with the way things are—that I’m in a constant state of agitation. It’s actually better than any real requited love/sex thing I ever had.

I’m saying that…I want to be your friend, and it’s okay with me that there’s nothing else. But can I just…can I just tell you one time the way I feel about you?

Yes, I’ll be your friend. And I won’t press you to be anything else—I promise—if you’ll just let me get it out one time.

Pamela, I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad…I don’t think about women anymore; I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train, and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream—that you were holding my hand, and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real.

I’m sick in love with you, Pamela. It’s like a condition. It’s like polio. I feel like I’m gonna to die if I can’t be with you. And I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die. And I don’t care, because I was brought into existence to know you—and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back? It’s, like, greedy.

I’m doing a bad job at this…

Is there any planet, any part of the world that you feel any of the same…? Is there even a shard of a fraction of a feeling that you have…?


(“That was gorgeous. That made feel really good.”)

Good, good.  

Nothing coming back in the other direction? Not even…not…no…



For those who have never been in Louie's position, you have no idea why these words are so important, so poignant, so powerful.

Friday, April 8, 2011

The alpha.

With the index and middle fingers of my left hand, I command my SUV's rear passenger windows down. Stale, exhausty parking-garage air infiltrates the cab. Drowning out the reverberating tire squeals, I turn up the volume on the stereo. One more sharp turn, a stop at the gate, a waive of my employer's magic wand, and I am free.

Wind in my hair and sunlight in my lap, I make my way home, unabashedly singing along to the likes of "Sweet Child O' Mine" and "Gimme Shelter."

I'm off and away from you by the time you think to speak.

Tell it to my taillights.