in love with a girl who’s in love with the world
title: Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight – artist: Amos Lee
Looking at the stars used to make me feel insignificant, that I was such a tiny particle of the universe who couldn’t possibly matter to anyone. But now I look at the stars and I smile, because it makes me think that I must matter in this world. The universe is so big, but from a distance, even the stars are hard to see. Maybe there’s a big-ness in everybody that you just have to get close enough to be in a position to comprehend it.
– [Mlle. Amu] from her entry on 6/13/2005
There is a certain sort of perfect that you can experience driving on I-86 from Big Flats to Painted Post after midnight under an almost-full moon with Amos Lee’s Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight as a soundtrack.
There was fog on different bodies of water. And on the way back, I took the riverside drive into Corning, which is its own kind of perfect.
For some reason, it reminded me of the night we stayed in Jamestown when moving to New York in ’99.
As an aside, I wouldn’t have thought I’d ever say this, but the Motel 6 there, which I think happened to be the first place we came to, anyway, was very cool. It was downright adorable in a rustic-chic sort of way.
Even though, in many respects, a lot is the same since then, much, much more has changed. I hadn’t really stopped to think about how much until tonight.
Tonight was one of those nights where you wish you were a passenger so you could ogle the sky and the silhouette of the mountains and where you drive under the speed limit, not just because there’s not much traffic out and you don’t want to be "speeding" for the sake of avoiding tickets, but because it feels better that way.
we all need a place where we can go
and feel over the rainbow
– from Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight
I love this entry. And you, of course.
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this was beautifully written.
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The best word I can think of to describe how I feel after reading this is “homesick”, though it’s not a home of mine I’m sick for… just that feeling. The feeling of not thinking about the day-to-day mundane issues, but the feeling of carefreeness, and the feeling you get when looking at something beautiful, especially while listening to something beautiful at the same time.
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Motel 6…*shudders* the last time I stayed there we were kept up by a hooker & john the next room. all. night.
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You are amazing.
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I just re-read this entry and I realize that I did not acknowledge how beautiful it is because I was stuck on my traumatic Motel 6 memory. my apologies.
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I’m jealous of your memories and your words. Both of which are wonderful. I think. I can’t presume, y’know, since they’re your memories. But … I think. 😉
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