Robert Plant looked so god damn sexy in the 90s. He was what in his 40s-50s?’
UGHHHH. I went through my massive 90s Plant obsession back in 2011, and I can feel it creeping back in. I’ve been watching videos and looking at photos of middle aged Plant, and at one point I actually cursed and walked away from the computer screen because his beauty was too overwhelming, haaahahaha.
Why did all of my fav musicians look so gorgeous in the 90s? Seriously - Keith Richards, Tom Petty, Eric Clapton. Christ.
SiiiiIIIiIiiiiiigh. Fan-girling out hardcore over here. Save me.
“When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.”—
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
I literally just connected the fact that Murakami wrote Kafka on the Shore when I went into a bookstore yesterday evening. I read that book when I was like 15 and I’m disappointed in myself that I couldn’t remember his damn name.
“I came to England because of the Beatles. I loved the haircuts and the way they dressed and their accents, but funnily enough, Cockney is my favorite English accent now. Isn’t that funny? For many years, I lived near Paul McCartney. About a year ago, I was in a hotel in London, celebrating a girlfriend’s birthday, and Sir Paul McCartney came into the restaurant and kept staring at our table. My friends said, ‘Pearly, he’s looking at you.’ I said, ‘Oh, come on. He wouldn’t remember me.’ But naturally as I stood up to leave he said, ‘You still live here?’ So he did remember! I said, ‘I live here, and it was because of you that I came here and I still live here.’ He was so lovely. George Harrison — I was in a recording studio, and I had a boyfriend named Vic Smith who was a sound engineer. George Harrison and Billy Preston were doing a session. They were putting down vocals, and I said, ‘That’s a flat note.’ George said, ‘Who said that?’ and Vic said, ‘It’s a friend of mine in the studio.’ George said, ‘Do you know what the note is?’ I said, ‘Yeah,’ and he said, ‘Come down here and sing it!’ He was my favorite Beatle! You can’t tell anybody that. [laughs]”—Soul singer Pearly Gates [x] (2010)
I am so grateful for (truly) my dearest friend Paul — he just hooked me up with a wedding gig playing oboe with a voice teacher from Yale.
Jesus, this is literally the spark I needed to get off cruise control and start fucking playing music, playing the instrument I have worked my ass to get a degree for. I’m excited and thrilled to practice again!
how many times have i seen the prettiest girls w the ugliest guys and I’m staring at him wondering if it’s the way the light is hitting his face or something and she’s looking at me like stay away from my man…listen im just trying to solve a puzzle you beautiful idiot
First: I was hanging out with Tom Petty, George Harrison and Paul McCartney. Just playing around telling jokes, all the while we were cleaning someone’s kitchen…? It was very nice though, I truly felt like we were all very close friends.
Second: It was awful. I led this mutiny that wanted to overthrow this kingdom and kill the queen. For whatever reason, I needed to capture these two woman who were the queens aids of some sort — I trapped them in this room and shot some sort of tranquilizer dart. Somehow, it didn’t work, and I ended up being captured and was tortured by sticking needles into my eyes. I can still recall the pain and my screaming, begging for someone to come and rescue me. After what felt like hours of torture, a swordsman did come to my rescue, but I asked him not two kill those two woman because they will come to understand why we needed to kill the queen and uproot the government.
Third: I was part of a production team for some sort of a celebrity award show and Robin Williams showed up backstage and gave me the most honest to god warmest hug I have ever felt in my life. Like I felt all my troubles lift for those few seconds. He beamed and told a few hilarious jokes, and while he left I told him something funny and he laughed and laughed until I couldn’t hear him anymore. I felt so good knowing that I made HIM laugh! My friend took Polaroid pictures of us, and by the time they developed, I saw that Robin didn’t appear in any of them…they were just photos of my face. So I concluded that I must have fallen asleep during work and dreamt about meeting Robin. A dream within a dream.
Very strange stuff. I have no clue what any of it means. I just felt compelled to jot them down.
Oh jesus I just remembered a fourth dream, though I don’t know where it lies within this timeline…
I was trapped in a house with three murderers. They all had little switchblades and tossed me one to fight them. It was terrible because they didn’t want to kill me immediately, it was like they were toying with me — while I was defending myself against their attacks they would skillfully whack my knuckles that were grasping the blade and skin them. They would thrust their blade towards my abdomen knowing I had only a split seconds decision to jump back. This dream was more psychologically torturing, and I recall waking up in a complete sweat. WHEW.