just high from the heat
its a warm weekend
let’s go to a midnite show
the walkmen at the knitting factory
we stood at the stage
his microphone cord wrapped around my neck
as he screamed in my ear
“this is art“
i can still feel it
my friend and i didn’t really know what to expect, but when the music began something special was happening. their first album, everyone who pretended to like me is gone had just been released and they were sharing live unfinished pieces of bows & arrows.
it was amazing to see the walkmen live in new york city to only remember the way their organ prominently lingered reassuringly walking down the city streets with a show afterglow, towards home in wonder and awe excitedly ready to listen again to their music, realizing that something beyond brilliant was just witnessed and heard.
i love love love the walkmen. for when those days come and its time to listen, their albums can’t help but bring back memories of all those tiny details we sometimes forget.
this is art.
walkmen/calla ~ look out the window