so, in pushing myself to work with songs written by artists other than the beatles or rufus in my films i found myself landing on ‘letters to cleo’ today.
my first real girlfriend introduced me to them. i guess she was feeling nice that day. but it was love at first listen for me.
they’re one of those bands, you know.
one of those bands whose music brings you back to another time and place.
another time and place
tweeking out in hollywood
‘does your momma know’
the tweeker club at the coconut teazer
back when the coconut teazer wasn’t a foodie dump
and even though it was a tweeker club
the deejayed always spin
sick deep house
nag champa wafting through the air
pool balls clicking in the background
snorting in the bathroom.
squint my eyes
diet coke with the windows rolled down rolling east
‘letters to cleo’ taking me home.
still a staple they are. playlists, road trips, a new girl that i’m dating.
i love that feeling.
the feeling of not listening to someone’s music
but of having a relationship with it.