Via my my roommate (the double m always looks awkward to me), I learn that Bill Murray is currently making the rounds at hipster parties in NYC. In some sense, this makes all kinds of sense. In another sense, it’s just sad:

The whole scene is kind of goofy and light-hearted until a young male guest approaches Bill, who is probably his dad’s age, and says, “I think you’re making bad life choices.” It is as if someone has told the emperor he isn’t wearing any clothes. After the dancing, and the beers, and a weird conversation with Dave about the joys of sweet potato casserole topped with marshmallows (inspired by the cotton ball cloud costume), the Oscar-nominated star cordially thanks his hosts and slips away into the night. The next day, guests trade photos of Bill on the dance floor. Everyone, including the Hollywood star, pretty much looks wrecked.

I have a lot of memories of this song that have nothing to do with Bill Murray, but I think it also captures a sense of the sadness that I find myself projecting upon his appearance at twenty-something parties.

Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel No. 2 (buy)

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