Raw, idiom: 14a. in the natural, uncultivated, or unrefined state: nature in the raw.
So the autumnal equinox has come and gone, and the evenings creep earlier now, and Braeburn apples will soon go on sale at the farmer's market. Hello, Fall.
I sat in the sun yesterday in Berkeley [cue John Denver: "Sunshine, on my shoulders, makes me happy"], there in the shadow of the palm trees looming over Holy Hill, and the air was hot and still, and I wondered how it could be autumn, and it felt like that last grand push before the cool air rolls in. There were signs everywhere for pagan equinox festivals, red streamers littering the ground here and there from the midnight celebration the night before. (Oh man, missed another hot one!) Only in Berkeley. You've gotta love it.
But, in spite of the toasty weather, autumn really is here to stay, and with it, so many seasonal changes are afoot. And I'm digging it. But instead of some cheesy spiel about leaves turning and summer memories fading and the like, I'd much rather direct you to this little feature from The Onion AV Club, which, I have to admit, never fails to disappoint. Check it:
Great collection here. When it comes to music, I do love me the sad. Give me mournful Mahler over bombastic Berlioz any day. Which reminds me of one of the best pop culture paeans to sad music I've ever seen: Isabella Rossellini in "The Saddest Music in the World," a screwball noir tease of a film that made me laugh, scrunch up my brow in confusion, and shake my head in disbelief. Best line ever from a one-legged platinum-bewigged brewery goddess with a plastic leg full of beer:
"If you're sad, and like beer, then I'm your lady."
Watch the trailer for full effect. It's pretty brill. And enjoy the melancholy music that comes with this turning of the leaves, as you work off your pagan equinox festival hangovers.