#leaving la

[itsmythang]

Good bye!

[lepistemologie]

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

I was doing some filmography diving and I found out that back in 1997, there was a short lived black comedy / crime drama called Leaving L.A. It focuses on the coroner's office in LA and the strange characters who work there. I found the first episode on the Internet Archive and this is so fun.

Hilary Swank is in this and she talks to the corpses. Anne Haney (who you might recognize from Mrs. Doubtfire) plays someone who deals with the effects of the deceased and she’s very into auras and stuff.

But most importantly, Melina Kanakaredes AND Christopher Meloni are in it as Libby Galante and Reed Simms, former LAPD officers who now investigate for the coroners office. Libby was accused of shooting her ex-husband, a firearms expert with the LAPD, when she caught him with another woman (she claims he handled the gun wrong and it accidentally went off). Reed had to retire after he was shot on the job and nearly died.

Anyway, I feel sort of like I’m watching Elliot Stabler work with Stella Bonasera and I’m going to lose my mind.

Here’s the link if anyone wants it

[a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives]

From Luke's twitter

[ruffianbandwidth]

33. Father John Misty - “Leaving LA”

Father John Misty has always been slowly slipping into an ever-growing abyss of self-deprecation. Only we all knew he was never going to go down alone – he’s too jaded, witty, and smug for that. If he’s going down, then he’s taking everything he despises with him. The gravity of his persona is going to swallow all of it into his orbit as he careens out of control and burns up in an incisive and smoldering conflagration of self-loathsome honesty.

This thirteen-minute epic is that long-awaited crescendo given life. It’s the final slow-motion scene where everything we’ve been anticipating is at last realized. Father John Misty lays bare his soul, stripping away the veneer of pretension and the facade of affectation, to leave us with Josh Tillman. The man removed from any sense of myth or legend – a human being, life-sized and aching, longing for something other than his self-mythology to keep him warm.

It’s a beautiful thing to witness. To gain a glimpse of a soul that’s been through the gauntlet of fame and still maintains its humanity. If anything he’s made it out with a sharpened sense of humanity and he finally possesses the courage (or maybe just finally lacks the strength to keep denying himself the urge) to reverse the lens of his insight and focus it fully upon himself.

Now I understand that some might interpret this otherwise, and rather than seeing it as an attempt to strip away the pretension, they might see it as his most pretentious song yet. We all have our own lenses of subjectivity through which we make sense of life. Meaning that where I see honesty and catharsis, there are those who will inevitably see a sparse and repetitive thirteen minute bout of autobiographical narcissism. However, art is about subjectivity. It’s about trying to honestly depict an experience that transcends understanding, and in doing so, helping others notice their own unvocalized (or perhaps even unrealized) experiences.

Father John Misty may be speaking about himself, but I believe he touches upon something universal. Not only does he bare his soul in a way that will inevitably be unpopular and unmarketable (which is honorable and inspirational in and of itself), but he shows that despite our positionality we all share something in common (albeit to different degrees). We’re all caught within something beyond our control. Whether that something is personal, such as our memories and decisions, or something unfathomable, like the power and force of a society that surrounds and contorts us, in the end there is no escaping determinism. We can run away. We can plan. We can hope. We can dream. However, in the end its all the same. Even in honesty were trapped. We’re cogs kept spinning in a machine that's ultimately outside of our control, indifferent to our will, and beyond our volition.

[suzyhazelwood]

[onceuponatimegibberish]

Home

What I want is the mysterious hoots of owls at night. To turn the high-beams on and drive slow to find the glow of deer's eyes. The songs of tree frogs to lull me to sleep and the hum of cicadas as I hide from the wet heat. I want the quick, ceaseless thrill of watching a wild bunny hop away. To see the stars at night. To feel my bones shake with the rumbling clap of thunder. Bare feet in puddles, skin hit with fat, heavy drops of rain. The crunch of footsteps in the morning frost. The seasons of ducklings and caterpillars, rain and heaviness, of leaves of fire and cider, and of static cling and wood smoke. I want to live where I can feel this Earth.

I'm crying right now.

[jungleindierock]

Father John Misty - Leaving LA

Father John Misty's official music video for his song, Leaving LA, from the album, Pure Comedy, out now on Sub Pop Records and Bella Union. This video was filmed and edited by Grant James.

Joshua Michael Tillman, also known as J. Tillman or Father John Misty, is an American singer, songwriter, guitarist and drummer.