Sometimes...

...a song can move me to tears. It happened tonight, walking home down Gore Street listening to the Sufjan Stevens' track 'Casimir Pulaski Day'.

Maybe it's because I was tired, or because the prospect of date #2 with zookeeper-boy this Friday has made in a chink in the wall I normally carry around to protect my fragile heart, or because tonight's new moon has stirred up my emotions more than is usual.

Maybe it's because it's simply a simple, sad, beautiful song about a friend who has died of cancer.

Either way, I was listening to it as I walked past the Victorian terraces in Fitzroy, and tears were trickling down my cheeks in the cold night air.

Thanks, Sufjan.

Comments

Risperdal Constatine I said…
http://www.theage.com.au/realfooty/news/afl/site-for-gay-footy-fans-riles-players/2006/06/28/1151174267986.html
29/6/06 02:26
Risperdal Constatine I said…
I'm surprised you haven't added www.gayfooty.com.au to your list of links.
29/6/06 04:24
davethescot said…
That is a beautiful, gut wrenching song, there is no shame in crying to great art.
29/6/06 07:45
LadyCracker said…
came here to tell you about gay footy and get your thoughts. They beat me to it.

and happy birthday for soonish?

xx LC
29/6/06 10:46
Clem said…
Hey, I cry to songs all the time. This past month I have been testing the tearjerking power of a number of songs, albums and playlists. Some of them are good for short "OMG WTF SAD" bursts and others will keep you chained to sorrow and some subtle sniffling for much longer. A combination of the two has been, oddly, sustaining.

I'd recommend Joni Mitchell's The River, Bob Dylan's Most Of The Time and Meryl Streep reading The Velveteen Rabbit to George Winston's piano score, for starters. They're all on iTunes.

:')
29/6/06 22:07
mskp said…
dark is rising by mercury rev, and hold on by tom waits, choke me up just to think of them...

i've also shed alot of very satisfying tears listening to ol' sooky-la-la ryan adams [and not for the same reasons as some].
30/6/06 00:11
mskp said…
p.s.

then again, i've cried watching neighbours, so...
30/6/06 00:15
davethescot said…
I cry for the last twenty minutes of Jerry Maguire, everytime i watch it, I just can't help it.
30/6/06 13:01
richardwatts said…
I just saw Richard E Grant's WAH-WAH and was sniffling and snuffling and wiping away tears for the final scenes of the film. BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN reduces me to wracking sobs.

ladycracker: it's thursday - and thanks!

michael & ladycracker: thanks for letting me know about the gayfooty image gallery debarcle. It's a farce of course. I'm going to write a feature about it for MCV and will post it up here later this week.
1/7/06 17:05
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