dreamtigers
for some reason i got to thinking about the mighty ducks movies today. they make me feel so incredibly nostalgic. when i was little, there was a time i watched them daily. yep. every single day. i knew all the words, got excited about russ’ knucklepuck or the flying v or the bash brothers. i think it’s fair to say i was a little obsessed. it’s not very girly, but i’ve always liked movies about sports (favs besides the ducks are: the sandlot, a league of their own, little giants). there’s something about being able to root for the underdog i guess. also i had the biggest crush on charlie conway (it took me years to realize why pacey looked so familiar though).
i think i will be watching these again soon. ducks fly together.
drawings vs lsd.
this is quite interesting, especially how the drawings keep getting worse and then get insanely good all of the sudden.
can’t wait to see this one. love scandinavian movies.
i am a hoarder.
mother love bone - come bite the apple.
i’m aware of the fact i’ve posted quite a few ryan adams related things these last few months, but i can’t seem to shake his performance a while ago. i keep going over and over it in my mind, something i seldom do. anyways, one of many highlights for me that evening was when he played ‘crossed out name’, from the cardinology album. it’s a track i’ve always thought was just okay, but live and acoustic it blew me away. it’s hard to explain why exactly, it just made me feel so much. you know, when music is so good your heart seems to double up in size and anything seems possible. something like that i guess.
i couldn’t find a decent video for the longest time, but today i finally did. there’s links to the whole breda show, but truth be told, the setlist in brussels was much better.
