I hope that the weekend is treating you well. I've been holed up in my studio making dolls, watching movies, grabbing sushi and...listening to Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks. Maybe that last bit is embarrassing, but I am not ashamed (though I know they are kind of silly). One of the things I love about Midlake is that they make me feel less alone in my love for a band that doesn't have tons of cred (at least in my experience with those that dole out cred). You see, the truth of the matter is that around the time other middle-schoolers were listening to No Doubt or Coolio, I was jamming to Rumours and feeling like I couldn't relate to anybody.
I'm not sure what exactly it was about them...maybe the drama and the mystical sensibility? Anyway, so I had a very long love affair with the 'Mac as a youngster, especially the Gold Dust Woman, Stevie. I was also really into the VH1 Behind the Music series at the time, and I had the Fleetwood Mac installment taped. I think Stevie might've had her own episode, too, and you KNOW that, too, was taped.
So, to make a long story short(er), listening to them now in the muted drear of the Portland November is extremely comforting. There is something warm and blanket-like about music you loved when you were younger. That's if, of course, it doesn't make you cringe too much to listen to it.
I kept getting this image in my head when I was out in the city with my black coat billowing around me. I love the way the huge inky trees and buildings here look when they're matted against the darkening sky. Then, after that, comes the loveliest time to be drawing near to Portland (or any city, in my opinion), when all the lights are clustered together twinkling in the night. I'm reading The Stranger for the first time right now, and in it Camus describes driving into a city as driving into "a nest of stars".
So simple and so perfectly true.
I will be posting the date + time for the holiday update in the next day or so, I'm thinking it will be late next week. See you soon!