I would dance all night
Not care about the heartache in my life
Oh and I would not obsess
Over all the little things I don’t regret
I ’d dance all night, night I’d dance all night, night
–Dance All Night, Rose
So in the last few days, I finally saw The French Connection! Whew!! That film is good!! And viewing New York City in the early 1970s (which was in real-time back then) was also a trip to watch and always is. I sometimes can’t believe 1970s New York actually happened.
The film had great suspense, and even some laughs with the cat and mouse bits. I understand why it’s considered a classic. And the iconic car chase (that’s actually a train and car chase) was thrilling.
I also viewed Van Gogh: The Roulin Family Portraits, and while it’s one of the more sparsely decorated exhibitions I’ve been to at the MFA, I liked that it was easily digestible and there was such a serene vibe.
I loved the room where letters that were written to Vincent Van Gogh, to his brother Theo, and others in their circle, were encased in cases and once you were in front of them, a voiceover would begin above you, narrating the letter. It was so cool! Brava on that MFA!!
The Roulin Family Portraits felt like a bite-size version of what you would expect to see at The Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, which I’m so thankful to have visited back in 2019.
Change my mind so much I can’t find it
I work so much, can’t be reminded
Life feels worse, but good with you in it
Supposed to be on stage, but fuck it, I need a minute
Change my mind so much it’s exhaustin’
I still think ’bout that night out in Boston
I’m more hurt than I would admit
I’m supposed to be an adult, but fuck it, I need a minute (Oh)-“Revolving Door,” Tate McRae
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