movie magic

I can't think of a better way to spend a cold Thursday night than to stumble upon one of your all-time favourite films on TV.

It's hard to pinpoint just what it is about Big Fish that gets me every time. Not sure if it's the fantastical fairytale side of it or the more heart wrenching story of father and son. Or the way Tim Burton is able to burn these magnificent scenes into your brain. (Yes, even a brain as elusive as my own) Like the impossibly green grass and draping lights that make up the town square of Spectre, with all the shoes of past visitors just dangling from the electrical lines. It's almost like you've walked into that same town and met the love of your life in your own dreams - except he was smart enough to jot down every detail the second he woke up from his.

This movie was huge for Jules and I when we were writing Uptown VineRise. As the album's own story was coming to life, films like this reminded us that we really were onto something bigger than just the two of us. Tonight, I let those same tears well up for what felt like forever as the son recounted his father's last tale, its beautiful and timeless lesson unchanged:

Your life is only as magical as you choose to live and tell it.