tobyscales

Yesterday, while waiting for the unceasingly delinquent J train, I noticed a large man on the opposite platform shouting profanities at the top of his lungs. Even weirder, I looked around and discovered he was yelling them at me.

First and foremost, let’s remember that “mumblecore” is, as most such tags are, a post-hoc appellation given by critics as way of taxonomizing art. Like many such art “movements,” the filmmakers associated with this tag do not necessarily identify with it.

Pop songs contain a compact, swallowable and radio-friendly version of an emotion like Regret or Unrequited Love. Yet somehow they continue to inspire me.

…and sometimes you find yourself staring into the abyss of your soul, trying to remember why you ever made half the decisions you’ve made in your life, and how on earth you’re going to explain yourself in under 350 words.