It feels somehow right that I have named this blog after a song by one of the people who shaped the way I see music, art, and by proxy, life, more than any other. That person is John Frusciante.
Curtains is a very special record to me. Moreso than Californication, or even Blood Sugar. Those might be better records, depending on how you see things, but then again, how you see things has fuck-all to do with how I do. For me, Curtains harks back to a strange time in my life. Strange, sad, cold, but somehow magical. John's tender, decidedly low-fi record brings all that back. It never fails to thrill me how albums can do that. But they can.
Change needs to happen. And it will.
S.xxx
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