Sean Connery is dead. He left us on Saturday at the age of 90. I still think people pay too much attention to his James Bond flicks. That's fine but I'm more impressed by the multitude of other acting jobs this man had. A very good overview of his long, glorious career can be found here. While his death is deeply felt, we must also celebrate his sheer grit and passion. Here's a clip from one of my favorite Sean Connery movies.
My first apartment was in Malate, and calling it “small” would be generous. I lived there with two girls and one guy, and to this day, I genuinely don’t know how we all fit. It felt like a magic trick. Or a health hazard. We were a musical mess. One roommate lived and breathed ’70s classics. Another was permanently blasting Korn and Slipknot. One survived solely on cheesy love songs. And me? I was floating somewhere between new wave and folk rock, pretending that made sense. Somehow, despite the noise and the chaos, we all lived together in this weird, mismatched harmony. No murders. No lawsuits. A win, honestly. My music taste now is nothing like it was in my twenties. Not even close. But I’ll always be grateful to Jacqueline for introducing me to this song in particular. It was playing when I woke up from a very memorable sleep in 2002. I was 21, half-awake, probably confused about life, and that song stuck. It still hasn’t let go.
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