Almost Famous:
I was supposed to take the day off but all I ended doing was watching Almost Famous on HBO. Even though I had rented two other movies not 15 minutes before.
I’m crying now. Crying at how beautiful, how lovely this film is, how much it reminds me of who I used to be, that I was once fifteen and thought rock ‘n roll will save us from everything, even ourselves. I feel like my innocence is a little pathetic now, now that I’m 28 with a career starting, manhood, a relationship, no luxury of regret.
My childhood home will be sold next year. I’ll be a permanent resident of San Francisco, 2000 miles from that beautiful little town in Michigan that is so much a part of who I am, that I can’t have back, except when I lie awake at night and can’t sleep.
I think off all of this as this wonderful movie settles over me. I’m weeping. Weeping becuase I can’t ever have who I was back, that I can’t do it over again and am not ready to let it go.