I wake up with a strange song, or snippet from a song, in my head every morning. My memory plucks it from further back than just the day before; it plumbs the depths of my experience to bring me the most randomized, incongruent little Reveille it can reach.
Today it was He's Large, a ditty penned by Harry Nilsson for Robert Altman's underappreciated surrealist gem, Popeye.Labels: shelley duvall's dulcet screech
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 AM | shower me with attention