bring it
and again i ask you, “why can’t i stop listening to iron & wine, even though i only have access to one song?” lordy. i can barely contain myself today, listening to this, what with the springish feeling outside, and the rain yesterday, and also the alternating between iron & wine and the simon & garfunkel song “the only living boy in new york.” really, it’s just that dang garden state soundtrack. get it. it’s (mostly) great.
spring is here. full on. so word on the street has it that it’s supposed to snow this weekend. this doesn’t bode well for my plan of spending the entire two days on the new (to me) blue schwinn i found yesterday in the back of my garage that actually (mostly, well, enough) works.
i have yet to figure out why, but springtime always brings me a renewed and intense appreciation for older music. like i’m remembering now why paul simon was a genius, even though we don’t really want to give him credit for it anymore. and i couldn’t possibly get enough of david bowie right now. and ruby had to tell me to turn down ‘back in black’ the other day. although she redeemed herself soon after by writing a hip-hop song in which she says “bring the chaos to your a-oss” and then pretending to vomit in the flower-box outside the christian science reading room.
god, i love my life.
spring is here. full on. so word on the street has it that it’s supposed to snow this weekend. this doesn’t bode well for my plan of spending the entire two days on the new (to me) blue schwinn i found yesterday in the back of my garage that actually (mostly, well, enough) works.
i have yet to figure out why, but springtime always brings me a renewed and intense appreciation for older music. like i’m remembering now why paul simon was a genius, even though we don’t really want to give him credit for it anymore. and i couldn’t possibly get enough of david bowie right now. and ruby had to tell me to turn down ‘back in black’ the other day. although she redeemed herself soon after by writing a hip-hop song in which she says “bring the chaos to your a-oss” and then pretending to vomit in the flower-box outside the christian science reading room.
god, i love my life.