This week, two things are on my mind: Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way, translated by the great Lydia Davis, and an EP from France by an iconic British pre-Beatles rocker Jet Harris. How Proust and Jet enter my world is why life is worth living at its maximum level. Last year, death joined my family, which brought out touches of depression; I’m despairingly looking for a light to lead me out of this cave. That, plus quitting drinking alcohol and eating fatty foods, is putting me on the edge of a mental state that has always been on some edge of a building or so. I’ll be OK because there’s Proust and Jet Harris.
Jet Harris: Besame Mucho
Jet Harris: Besame Mucho
Jet Harris: Besame Mucho
This week, two things are on my mind: Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way, translated by the great Lydia Davis, and an EP from France by an iconic British pre-Beatles rocker Jet Harris. How Proust and Jet enter my world is why life is worth living at its maximum level. Last year, death joined my family, which brought out touches of depression; I’m despairingly looking for a light to lead me out of this cave. That, plus quitting drinking alcohol and eating fatty foods, is putting me on the edge of a mental state that has always been on some edge of a building or so. I’ll be OK because there’s Proust and Jet Harris.