THE BEACH, AT LAST

We drove up to Ipswich last weekend to see my friend Diane. It was one of those rare late September afternoons that felt more like late July. As a town resident, Diane has free access to Crane Beach--it was my second, and likely last time at a beach this year. Some highlights:

I'D RATHER BE DEAD (THAN WET MY BED)

I first saw a clip from this in a new-ish documentary about Harry Nilsson that I hope to post a review of soon. It's like something out of SCTV or (as one commenter notes) Monty Python, but it's also achingly sincere--a thing of deranged beauty, if you will.