Why I Like Elvis Perkins

I biked home from Hopkins today with Elvis Perkins in my ears. I felt power. Immediately.

While You Were Sleeping - It has inertia buried in it at the heart of human emotion. He's on the verge of a breakdown. There's whiskey on his breath. He's about to start crying or fall over in exhaustion. But he's moving forward. He pulls all that along with him. It's living and he isn't going to try to throw it away because, sometimes, it's harder than joy. Nope.