Fuck Yeah Whit Stillman Appreciation Society!
While running this afternoon I inhaled a fly, which caused me to gag so forcefully I vomited onto the sidewalk. When I looked up I realized that a mother and her two young kids had watched the whole thing from directly across the street, so I waved and kept running because what the fuck else do you do.
Sisyphus is the new name for the collaboration between Serengeti, Son Lux, and Sufjan Stevens (formally s/s/s), whose new project under this moniker is a self-titled album partly inspired by the art of Jim Hodges, and commissioned by the Walker Art Center and The Saint Paul Chamber Orchestra’s Liquid Music series in Minneapolis/Saint Paul.
I’m pretty much in love with this. Let’s all be in love with this together.
“All the other sidekicks live within their movies as characters, walk around, do things. The gargoyles only live when Quasimodo is alone with them.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because he breathes life into them. They only live in his imagination.”
Everything goes still. “What’s that mean, buddy?”
He purses his lips and smiles, chin out, as if he got caught in a game of chess. But maybe he wanted to. “It means the answers are inside of him,” he says.
“Then why did he need the gargoyles?”
“He needed to breathe life into them so he could talk to himself. It’s the only way he could find out who he was.””