No movie in history drove more college girls on the planet to add Yann Tiersen to their itunes “sad” playlist. I said fuck it and went the whole way: dyed my hair black, cut it, clipped it tight to my head, stuck my hand in a bowl full of beans, doubled my collection of unique leather notebooks and started crying in public. Once I too said hello to a small foreign man on a bus but he didn’t understand and I got scared so I quickly pretended I was reading Life Is Elsewhere and turned the volume up on Army Of Me but I think he knew anyway.
Every once in a while I see a girl in the mission wearing black shoes with black socks and a red skirt and I wave to her, thinking, “you probably have a Serge Gainsbourg album at home, but I’ll never find out.”
Find out people. Find out Thursday night in Dolores Park. 8:15. Info.
[Life is Elsewhere reference courtesy of Sex Pigeon.]
