Cigarette Barbie...

Put on Miles Davis.
2 hour Lattes.

In Las Vegas. For the first time in my life I miss Los Angeles. It's strange. I miss quiet. I miss 2 hours. I miss doing nothing. And my head hurts a little.

Everyone's back. Everyone's with family. Everyone's back where they belong.

Stan Getz mornings and perrier straight from the fridge. That's what winter was about. Empty Jardine House, coffee on weekdays. Warming my fingers on my 2nd latte of the day. Bad for me but that's what winter was about.

3 hour conversations of nothing much and all too much. I lied to people so I could spend days alone sifting through bins of 2nd hand records. And when was the last time I pulled "Let it Be" from the shelves? My lungs were closing up.

And I used to just sit and listen to music. Whether it was modern stuff like the Strokes, heavy stuff like Ten Years After, outdated stuff like Jackson Browne or easy stuff like Stan Getz. I would just sit, do nothing and listen to music. When was the last time I did that? I used to bring my camera and walk out of the house when it started raining in the morning. When was the last time I did that? When was the last time I made sure no one knew where I was?

"Sophistication is the 10 minutes I'm enjoying my coffee in the morning"...Rufus Wainwright is a genius.

(Miles Davis: Blue Moods)