True Detective | Cary Joji Fukunaga & Nic Pizzolatto | 2014
"To realize that all your life—you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain—it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams there’s a monster at the end of it."
You really should have this by now:
"It’s like Can and Black Sabbath made love and gave birth to Godzilla and instead of trashing Tokyo he just smoked weed and ROCKED. Heavier than a thousand planets, tripper than if the end of of 2001 was really happening to you right now, and you really were a giant immortal baby hovering in space, and if that were true then forget Strauss, these guys would be the house band. Don’t let tomorrow be another day that you’ve lived without hearing this."
It’s that good.
Bummed I missed Slint on Tuesday, but very excited for Phantom Family Halo tonight.
Then tomorrow, the bullshit that is record store day! Bright and fucking early…