3/4 of Vampire Weekend - Fillmore Theatre in Detroit May 17th, 2013
Rent a car in Bal Harbor, 1960.
The Buchanan Mansion
There is a man. He is a neighbor and he shares the ocean view in a complex adjacent to mine. Every day he walks down to his elevated porch and then he stares. He is always carrying a cigarette. I’m not sure of his scheduling of walking down to the porch, but I am sure that he will have a cigarette. He perches on objects. The railing, a chair, a support beam; all different things he leans on. However, with no regard to his positioning he is always staring. He stares at the ocean. Some people would assume that he walks outside to smoke. I disagree with that. He smokes so he can walk outside. He smokes so he can stare at something big. He smokes so he can feel small, so he can feel insignificant. I’m not sure of the affairs in his life, but I am sure that they seem small on that porch. Every day he walks down to his elevated porch and then he is stares at something that stares right back at him-something much, much bigger.