...tonight.Tonight was one of those nights where everything just falls into place somehow. The weather all day was beautiful, and Clare and I bussed up to the cineplex on the outskirts of Dundee where we went to see - finally - The Hulk, which I thought was really well done. I mean as a comic-book character he's one who has been done well and badly, and in this case he was done on quite a deep level, the movie wasn't just like 'here's a guy who gets emotional and goes apeshit' it explored all his... psychological nuances, and so many comic book adaptrations fail because they don't flesh OUT the characters. I mean, fuck- you can't just takle a two-dimensional character from a comic and pout him in three dimensions - kinda - on a screen without some degree of adaptation, right? Mmm.
I think it also goes without saying that it's good being able to get into the spirit of movies like that without being self-conscious. My ex-girlfriend was sucha tight-ass that way. Took her to see Spiderman and she didn't crack a smile for two hours. Like, fuck- that was such a good-feeling movie- how can you not crack a smile?
It's... well, still weird. I was with HER a long time, and I guess in some respects I often expect... less from Clare than I inevitably recieve. My initial nerves about getting into a relationshiop again have... more or less started to subside, yet still I tend some nervousness.
Anyways, from the movie we went to the park. Walked. Chased each other goofily. Discussed what screwed up superheroes we'd both make, and that sort of segued out of the blue into a Band singalong- which was... so amazing. Being out in the woods alone with her, being ALLOWED to be goofy and let myself go. Trying to sing in the right tones to emulate each guy. I'm going somewhere between Richard Manuel and Robbie Robertson's... bizarro-o vocal on 'To Kingdom Come' which I was just... hitting right on the head (it's all in the nose)- and a little Levon helm, but not quite getting either right. Clare is pure Rick Danko- which is nothing but cute, bujt she has one of those voices that can go from sounding like that to... like Bonnie Raitt. Not taht i know more than a couple of Bonnie Raitt songs. That goes way back to Windsor my.. first love, who recorded them on a mixertape hoping I'd pick up on the subliminal messages I was leaving her. She was the first Canadian girlfriend I had, and not the last.
Anyways, I love The Band. Have I ever pointed that out? And we really nailed 'THe Weight' and 'THe Unfaithful Servant'.. I think we were actually channeling Rick Danko and Richard manuel's spirits which... is a mindblowing thing to concieve.
Anyways. The bus ride back was a parade of weirdos, and we walked up Hilltown trying not to eavesdrop some couple's domestic. Dundee is a weird city that way. It's like people enjoy having arguments with their boy/girlfriends in public.
Hmm. No domestics here. That's.. alien- but I'm not going to complain or.. tempt fate.
We spent the night curled up on the couch listening to Bryter Layter by Nick Drake on vinyl, a new aquisition- snuggled, smooching lazily.
I love those quiet moments where everything is just relaxed. Where evrything is just... right.
Things went good, things are going good...
Fingers crossed they carry on that way.
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Updated: Monday, 28 July 2003 1:42 AM BST
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