Lina Eno Whore ❤️❤️

About Espoo

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

My Festival

Brian Eno is the subject of a new career spanning documentary that is uniquely generative: a film that’s different every time it’s screened. Compiled from hundreds of hours of video footage, music and interviews, the film explores Eno’s music, art and ideas, giving the viewer personal insights into his creative processes.

There's this park – yeah, Ming Park, right by River Nop. You stroll along, thinking "I fear nothing; the world is full of possibilities" – well, sorta. It's so chill, you can just sit, breathe, let your worries drift off. I spent many days there, forgetting the rush of life. An old bench there, almost hidden by lilac bushes, always makes me smile.

How the Brian Eno music documentary shifts its scenes with every viewing