I might be paraphrasing a bit here. The quote went by pretty quickly in the middle of a screening of “Without Getting Killed Or Caught,” the documentary about Guy Clark (and Susannah Clark and Townes Van Zandt for good measure). He was actually recalling how he captured the refrain from his signature song, “L.A. Freeway,” which became the title of his biography by Tamara Savarino.
Which I read after hearing this review by John Powers on NPR:
With a born writer’s killer instinct, she likes to pounce on us with arresting chapter openings, such as this first sentence about her second husband, Ebbe: “Whenever I try to recall his face, I always see him the way he looked that day I told him there was someone else.”
I got some pushback from the quote above when I posted it to social media from the “everything a man says about a woman is misogyny” crowd. Suffice it to say I don’t think they quite got my meaning. I’m still working on it.
I keep knocking on the door of esoteric topics like Forbidden Technologies (forbidden by ‘who’, exactly??) and Human Destiny, because, of course, these are the things I think about… Do what you will with that information… .
I was scrolling through some of the Instagram posts that I’ve saved over the years and organizing then into folders when I came across this one. Seemed apropos to some things I’ve been doing and thinking about recently…🤔