In the meantime I am tossing back Three Floyds Ale (pride and joy) trying to will myself to write this heartbreaking staggering tale of idiocy.
Actually, its a miracle that you are reading this. I change the password to this blog so often that I keep forgetting the password. So basically, I have to change the password every time I log in, and GOOGLE remembers all the little passwords I've used before, so none of my "greatest hits" in password-land will work. Drat.
So right now, I'm on my 6th Three Floyds Ale and I'm listening to Anais Mitchell. She is so cute. She is doing a concert in Madison, WI next May and I'm making boner-ific plans to go see her. A creepy solo concert attendance. I don't have any friends. No partyers who'd like to see my vocal crush Anais Mitchell.
another lyric.
"you know your my one and only/ you always have been/ sure is gonna be lonely after I turn you in. So I'll wait 'tll tomorrow to file my report and tonight we can party...like its 1984."
Rememeber 2004?. We had a fresh war. All the liberals were in a tizzy about the Patriot Act. I was working at Ragstock in the Mall of America.
Isn't she cute? Isn't her voice evocative? I love it. She's on Ani Difranco's Righteous Babe Label. She has another great song on her Hymns for the Exiled album. Its called "One Good Thing."
It popped up while I was working on one of my Nanowrimo novels. I usually play my Pandora ani difranco channel as I write and it brought me to "one good thing."
Sure its bitter, but now my crush on her has multiplied tenfold. I have to go to Madison in May to see her. My life is nothing right now. I need to go see her in Madison. It's only a six hour drive.
I'm trying to figure out why I like her stuff so much. Is it because she has a childish voice? I don't think its fake. She's not pulling a Tom Waits. I don't know. It hits me in a weird place. And I can't listen to too much of her, otherwise I go crazy. Too much girly-vocals in my life. But I do appreciate her in small doses. She did a song about a Hurricane Katrina survivor (remember that, almost ten years ago?) called "Out of Pawn".
"Hey uncle louie I wrote you a song, I'm glad you got your heart out of pawn." Its a song about an uncle who can't find his post-hurricane lass. alas. Sprechen Sie Treme?
I'm living one of those moments that you usually file under 1997. Remember The Rembrandts?
No comments:
Post a Comment