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March 31, 2007

Crying & Flying – Part 5

Filed under: crying & flying — alecsothblog @ 8:19 am

Leaving for Paris and feel like crying. Sprung has Spring. The kids are chirping. The birds are on their tricycles. The blog goes quiet.

(I’d rather be eating McMuffins in Minneapolis).

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11 Comments

  1. Good luck. Minneapolis will be there waiting for you when you return.
    Live life while you can!

    Comment by Don Guss — March 31, 2007 @ 2:33 pm

  2. Alec, I like you so much.

    Comment by Raabia — March 31, 2007 @ 3:40 pm

  3. If I could, I would dedicated the song below, with love, to Mr. Alec Soth on some late late night AM radio program.

    Crying on an Airplane

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Above the ocean
    In the bathroom

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Near the heavens
    In economy

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Filled with questions
    Drinking small wines

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Because I’m leaving
    This is unbearable

    I make the firmaments seem darker now than ever
    As night clouds hide away the stars
    Closing in on me with eyes so red and wild
    Staring out the window wishing I was where you are

    Chorus:

    Fly away from the ones that we love
    Fly away from one fine day…..yeah, yeah, yeah

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Shaking slightly
    Lost in turbulence

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Because I lost love
    And found new love

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Sleeping travelers
    Hear me weeping

    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    The duty-free girl
    She squeezed my shoulder

    Chorus
    I’ve been crying on an airplane
    Racing forward
    Like a sad bird

    It’s from the Marah album
    Float Away With the Friday Night Gods

    But there won’t be any “lost love” for you, my man… it would just be for you to have a commiseration moment with the protagonist. And I’m sure Paris in spring is spectacular and when you come back no one will have advanced from 3 wheels to 2 wheels.

    Comment by Zoe Strauss — March 31, 2007 @ 9:48 pm

  4. hey…it really could be worse. Paris is magnifique at almost any time of year. check out the film ‘Avenue Montaigne’ when you return and see if it doesn’t shake your melancholia

    Comment by Max Hirshfeld — April 2, 2007 @ 10:17 am

  5. I was just there a few weeks ago and while I wanted to get back home after a week I highly recommend this:
    http://www.laduree.fr/
    Ladurée has pretty much one of the best things I’ve ever eaten: a Pistachio Eclair.
    It was unbelievable!

    ps my Pentax 645 broke while shooting a priest at Notre Dame. Yikes!

    Comment by John von Pamer — April 2, 2007 @ 3:51 pm

  6. I ALWAYS remember a couple of lines from a Raymond Carver’s character in the story “The Student’s Wife”:

    “(…) But I like that, flying in airplanes. There’s a moment as you leave the ground you feel whatever happens is all right.”

    Comment by Federico — April 2, 2007 @ 11:48 pm

  7. Spring came to Paris 2 days ago. Birds are singing. Girls are smiling while wearing their “mini-jupe”. And everybody is waiting for your show at the cinémathèque.

    Comment by alexandre — April 3, 2007 @ 8:29 am

  8. Spring came to Paris 2 days ago. Birds are singing. Girls are smiling while wearing their “mini-jupe”. And everybody is waiting for your show at the cinémathèque.

    Comment by alexandre — April 3, 2007 @ 8:29 am

  9. I wish I was in Paris, damnit.

    Comment by Jen Bekman — April 3, 2007 @ 4:26 pm

  10. I’m off to paris too, yay! But then I live in Brussels…

    Comment by Stephan — April 4, 2007 @ 5:51 am

  11. Hi Alec–
    Great show of your work at the Cinematheque Francais. Your series inspired by Wim Wenders: parasite inhabitants of abandoned movie theaters in the USA, and their low rent neighbors. The prints are stunningly rich, the times of day you shot were perfect… the details and handmade signs, the neglect, the emptiness. Melancholy and wistfu, for surel. Frankly, I’m glad I’m in Paris and not there. The worst thing that happened to a magnificent old theater in Paris was a reverential and celebratory conversion into a Roche-Bobois flagship store. Now you can walk up open stairways and touch the wooden spines of the barrel-vaulted ceiling. Cool.

    Comment by Jim Casper — April 5, 2007 @ 4:28 am


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