Re: What are you thinking right this second?

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Read the biographies of both Connie Converse and Nick Drake in the last few weeks. Enjoyed both a lot (the Converse one a bit more--her disappearance is like the 4th most interesting thing going on there).

Some interesting corollaries: Both moved home in defeat in 1971, and both (likely) snuffed themselves out for good in 1974; both had kinda atrocious personal hygiene; it's likely they were kicking it in the same area of the UK at the same time before they both turfed out (Connie went to England right before kinda losing the plot); it's really clear both were what we'd called neurodivergent today. Like painfully clear. Both had fairly idiosyncratic ways of playing the guitar (perfectionism for each as well with the instrument).

I need to read something happy next, jesu christo.

Re: What are you thinking right this second?

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Isaac wrote: Sun Apr 27, 2025 9:08 am Read the biographies of both Connie Converse and Nick Drake in the last few weeks. Enjoyed both a lot (the Converse one a bit more--her disappearance is like the 4th most interesting thing going on there).

Some interesting corollaries: Both moved home in defeat in 1971, and both (likely) snuffed themselves out for good in 1974; both had kinda atrocious personal hygiene; it's likely they were kicking it in the same area of the UK at the same time before they both turfed out (Connie went to England right before kinda losing the plot); it's really clear both were what we'd called neurodivergent today. Like painfully clear. Both had fairly idiosyncratic ways of playing the guitar (perfectionism for each as well with the instrument).

I need to read something happy next, jesu christo.
This is one of the most articulate and expressive things I've ever read. It's Converse's message to loved ones before she disappeared.
TO ANYONE WHO EVER ASKS: (If I'm Long Unheard From)

This is the thin hard sublayer under all the parting messages I'm likely to have sent: let me go, let me be if I can, let me not be if I can't. For a number of years now I've been the object of affectionate concern to my relatives and many friends in Ann Arbor; have received not just financial but spiritual support from them; have made a number of efforts, in this benign situation to get a new toe-hold on the lively world. Have failed.

...In the months after I got back from my desperate flight to England I began to realize that my new personal incapabilities were still stubbornly handing in. I did fight; but they hung in.

...To survive it all, I expect I must drift back down through the other half of the twentieth twentieth, which I already know pretty well, to the hundredth twentieth, which I have only heard about. I might survive there quite a few years—who knows? But you understand I have to do it with no benign umbrella. Human society fascinates me & awes me & fills me with grief & joy; I just can't find my place to plug into it.

So let me go, please; and please accept my thanks for those happy times...I am in everyone's debt.
"And the light, it burns your skin...in a language you don't understand."

Re: What are you thinking right this second?

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iembalm wrote: Sun Apr 27, 2025 10:18 am
Isaac wrote: Sun Apr 27, 2025 9:08 am Read the biographies of both Connie Converse and Nick Drake in the last few weeks. Enjoyed both a lot (the Converse one a bit more--her disappearance is like the 4th most interesting thing going on there).

Some interesting corollaries: Both moved home in defeat in 1971, and both (likely) snuffed themselves out for good in 1974; both had kinda atrocious personal hygiene; it's likely they were kicking it in the same area of the UK at the same time before they both turfed out (Connie went to England right before kinda losing the plot); it's really clear both were what we'd called neurodivergent today. Like painfully clear. Both had fairly idiosyncratic ways of playing the guitar (perfectionism for each as well with the instrument).

I need to read something happy next, jesu christo.
This is one of the most articulate and expressive things I've ever read. It's Converse's message to loved ones before she disappeared.
TO ANYONE WHO EVER ASKS: (If I'm Long Unheard From)

This is the thin hard sublayer under all the parting messages I'm likely to have sent: let me go, let me be if I can, let me not be if I can't. For a number of years now I've been the object of affectionate concern to my relatives and many friends in Ann Arbor; have received not just financial but spiritual support from them; have made a number of efforts, in this benign situation to get a new toe-hold on the lively world. Have failed.

...In the months after I got back from my desperate flight to England I began to realize that my new personal incapabilities were still stubbornly handing in. I did fight; but they hung in.

...To survive it all, I expect I must drift back down through the other half of the twentieth twentieth, which I already know pretty well, to the hundredth twentieth, which I have only heard about. I might survive there quite a few years—who knows? But you understand I have to do it with no benign umbrella. Human society fascinates me & awes me & fills me with grief & joy; I just can't find my place to plug into it.

So let me go, please; and please accept my thanks for those happy times...I am in everyone's debt.
HARD agree. That fucking rocked me pretty hard while reading the book (read it twice to kinda get my brain around it).

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Isaac wrote: Sun Apr 27, 2025 11:40 am
jimmy spako wrote: Sun Apr 27, 2025 9:17 am You may have caught it, but in case not: Emil Amos did a couple nice recent Drifter's Sympathy episodes on the Drake bio.
Really enjoyed that. I'm a mark for his podcast, and my only complaint is I wish he'd do more of them. Stoner logic that somehow works for me.

Same here. Resonates hard with this former malcontent drifter/dropout, in welcome and uncomfortable ways.

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Dave N. wrote: Sun Apr 27, 2025 10:20 am I shouldn’t have eaten those old tamales.
A couple of weeks ago I was out and ran into, Claudio, The Tamale Guy, and bought a gang of cheese tamales. Totally forgot I purchased them and so they sat in the frigidaire (growing-up Big Mama, my great-grandmother, called the refrigerator "frigidaire." 'Hey, baby, go and get my garlic water from the frigidaire'), half-opened, for almost a week before I realized my error. Ate a couple. They were like rocks. Still ate 'em.

Now I'm thinking about my great-grandmother, Isabella "Big Mama" Bacchus. I grew-up with my mom, dad, siblings, grandmother (little mama), grandfather, great-grandmother (big mama), great aunt, great uncles, cousins. Big family. Pretty wild. Just the siblings are around now - brother and sister.
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