they all say i’ll never tame her
but who says i want her tame
Every time I think I’m too old to rock and roll it past midnight on a work night, somebody proves me wrong. Michael Casey threw another fabulous Magic Monday, Cory Branan made Sarah drag her fiddle out and play with him for the last 45 minutes of his hour and a half set, I climbed all over furniture and Cory climbed all over furniture (Cory, in jeans, jumped off furniture; me, in a skirt, climbed gingerly down and still probably showed everyone the boxer briefs I was wearing under it), Matthew and Andy were fantastic, Michael drew chalk circles and did satanic rituals fantastic magic tricks on the floor of the 506, and I went to bed at 2 am, four hours before my alarm went off.
Did work today suck? Yes, yes, it did, in a multitude of ways only some of which were related to my late night. Was it worth it? Fuck, yes.
I have a headache and I had a shitty day at work and I managed to trip and smash the hell out of my right shin on my way up the stairs to our apartment, but looking at the pictures from last night just makes me happy.
And that’s how rock and roll should be.
brand new kind of photography 