Here I am with one of my true inspirations for the art form of dance. These are from the production of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame a few years back. She was Esmeralda, I just a gypsy. Either way she has taught me so much, not only with dance, but life tips and words of the trade as I have gone through my years where I have been. Could not ask for a better mentor as I have been given. I will be taking a special trip up into the bell tower for her when I am in Paris, as she has never been… Taking her spirit with me and many others if you want to hitch a ride to the city of lights.
Alright folks, one more set of selfies before I go to the airport for Paris! I will be disconnecting and tuning out for two weeks so try not to kill each other while I’m away… If you don’t hear from me again assume it’s because I wandered off in the catacombs and got lost. Cross your fingers that doesn’t happen!
From sessions with Doug Sahm for his album Doug Sahm and Band in 1972.
This scene alone made Inside Llewyn Davis a movie worth watching, but literally every moment in this movie is cinematic perfection. It’s beautiful and hilarious, heartbreaking and inspiring, all at once. And the soundtrack! It’s everything I could ever want from music - heartfelt, sad, quiet and calm, but still so, so powerful in it’s simplicity.
Seriously, watch this film!
About eighteen months or two years after the events which terminate this story, when search was made in that cavern they found among all those hideous carcasses two skeletons, one of which held the other in its embrace. One of these skeletons, which was that of a woman, still had a few strips of a garment which had once been white, and around her neck was to be seen a string of adrézarach beads with a little silk bag ornamented with green glass, which was open and empty. These objects were of so little value that the executioner had probably not cared for them. The other, which held this one in a close embrace, was the skeleton of a man. It was noticed that his spinal column was crooked, his head seated on his shoulder blades, and that one leg was shorter than the other. Moreover, there was no fracture of the vertebrae at the nape of the neck, and it was evident that he had not been hanged. Hence, the man to whom it had belonged had come thither and had died there. When they tried to detach the skeleton which he held in his embrace, he fell to dust.
My brother is the most wonderful man I will ever know. He just gave me The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide To the Galaxy, dude it has six novels in it. I have yet to read them but the note he wrote in the front cover has me tearing up alone.