dream last night definitely day residue, where it was getting close to 8 am and I had to stop reading and leave the bookstore to go to work, but my subconscious put so much detail into the bookstore; people in wheelchairs, kids being loud and nearly forgetting a backpack, hobby horses with little solar panels which powered eyes that closed and opened again. When I left the store in the dream a man was leading a horse and one dude was talking to his friend. Crushing feeling of regret.
#drawing last night, furry pinup art. Was listening to “Jesse Got Trapped in the Coal Mine” by Goodnight Texas.
I'm driving home listening to the jazz station and an old Monk tune comes on, Bemsha Swing.
Problem is my first exposure to it was actually somehow NOT Monk or this (https://youtu.be/eyzBn4rhvvQ) awesome Coltrane version but the Red Hot Chili Pepper's "FU." So I'm driving and singing along...
I hear the horses thunder down in the valley below
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waitin' for the Eastern glow
the apples of the valley hold
the seeds of happiness
the ground is rich from tender care
repay, do not forget
oh no, dance in the dark night
sing to the morning light
the apples turn to brown and black
the tyrant's face is red.
a jidaigeki soundtrack so good that within 2 minutes I was thumbing my katana out of its saya, and I wasn't even carrying a katana at the time
after 5 minutes I was on a tragic blood-soaked quest for vengeance through late Edo/early Meiji black-and-white Honshu. In wide aspect ratio.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.