The Web Log of a Certain Daniel Felsenfeld: Composer, critic, avid reader, aspiring bon vivant, capricorn, shadowy figure, advice for the lovelorn
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Quotable
"My go-to worldview is pessimism. I see a Times Square billboard promoting a musical that has its audience 'dancing in the aisles' and I can't help but think, 'That is a fire hazard.' "--Sarah Vowell
Yeah, Vowell. It's all about sex with you guys, isn't it? You should take a look at her plotting on the hipster chart in the new issue Harper's in relation to Kunkel and Safran Foer before you pay her too much homage. The birds are already rising to land somewhere else in hipster land.
A Sad Last Number for the Gentlemen at the Tavern Ernest Hilbert
This one is for all the aging fuck-ups, The guys who can’t get their shit in one bag, Can’t find a job much less get there on time. They struggle to grind tires out of deep ruts, But they slide back in. They will always lag In the long race, skid down while others climb. There are, as a rule, women, kids, and pets Who learn not to depend on them so much, Who go on with their lives, nurse their grudges. What keeps these men from growing up? Who lets Them stay this way? Something must make them flinch From life’s harsh contours, its many judges: As if they prefer to remain children, More loved, and more easily forgiven.
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Yeah, Vowell. It's all about sex with you guys, isn't it? You should take a look at her plotting on the hipster chart in the new issue Harper's in relation to Kunkel and Safran Foer before you pay her too much homage. The birds are already rising to land somewhere else in hipster land.
Wow, just thought it was a funny thing to say. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed.
Sarah Vowell is the Pamela Anderson of the hipster set. All T and A! Sex sex sex sex. Woman are more than just toys for your delectation!
Just kidding. We love you, Danny.
Re: Sarah Vowell as the Pam Anderson of the hipster set: all T and A, E, I, O, U (sometimes Y)...
Hey, Ernie here. Wow, fun with Vowell, eh?
A Sad Last Number for the Gentlemen at the Tavern
Ernest Hilbert
This one is for all the aging fuck-ups,
The guys who can’t get their shit in one bag,
Can’t find a job much less get there on time.
They struggle to grind tires out of deep ruts,
But they slide back in. They will always lag
In the long race, skid down while others climb.
There are, as a rule, women, kids, and pets
Who learn not to depend on them so much,
Who go on with their lives, nurse their grudges.
What keeps these men from growing up? Who lets
Them stay this way? Something must make them flinch
From life’s harsh contours, its many judges:
As if they prefer to remain children,
More loved, and more easily forgiven.
(Stepping out from behind the webpage): Sarah Vowell here. I must say, sir, that you know nothing of my work.
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