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oh man it is one of those days.
it is so beautiful outside today, it's almost unbearable. 58 degrees! in a matter of days, boston's weather went from this:
to this:
any baby that cries today should get an instant beating. look around you! there is no reason to cry! this is a day of kings. it's days like this i allow myself to listen to songs that have lyrics like "let my love open the door" and "ooh, baby" and let myself get away with listening to celine dion's "that's the way it is!" more than an embarassing seven times. before you laugh, try wearing flip flops outside for the first time since september, take the long way home, and really listen to this song. IT IS THE JAM.
even better, as i walked across harvard ave today i saw mr. butch in full effect. for those of you who don't know mr. butch, he is this 6'2" black man that looks like george clinton except without all the color. and what he lacks in funk, he makes up in depressing broken man i've-lost-everything appeal; he's a bit of a celebrity in allston, walking around kind of hunched over with an out of tune guitar slung over his back. he just paces up and down harvard avenue even in the rain wearing this white-out enscribed black leather jacket that reads, "MR. BUTCH" across the shoulder blades. and today, for the first time in my young adult life, i actually got to see him play. there on the corner of commonwealth he stood, haloed by the fresh spring sun, squinting his eyes to deflect the glare off the liquor store windows. plugged into his little yellow amp that reads "the mr. butch show!" he strummed the same power chord over and over again shouting "mammmaa maaammmmmaaaaa!" it was my hope that he was as a beacon for us here in boston, sounding out the permanent arrival of this warm weather that had filled me with such promise and ambition:
but obviously, before i even finished writing this post, it started snowing.
it is so beautiful outside today, it's almost unbearable. 58 degrees! in a matter of days, boston's weather went from this:
to this:
any baby that cries today should get an instant beating. look around you! there is no reason to cry! this is a day of kings. it's days like this i allow myself to listen to songs that have lyrics like "let my love open the door" and "ooh, baby" and let myself get away with listening to celine dion's "that's the way it is!" more than an embarassing seven times. before you laugh, try wearing flip flops outside for the first time since september, take the long way home, and really listen to this song. IT IS THE JAM.
even better, as i walked across harvard ave today i saw mr. butch in full effect. for those of you who don't know mr. butch, he is this 6'2" black man that looks like george clinton except without all the color. and what he lacks in funk, he makes up in depressing broken man i've-lost-everything appeal; he's a bit of a celebrity in allston, walking around kind of hunched over with an out of tune guitar slung over his back. he just paces up and down harvard avenue even in the rain wearing this white-out enscribed black leather jacket that reads, "MR. BUTCH" across the shoulder blades. and today, for the first time in my young adult life, i actually got to see him play. there on the corner of commonwealth he stood, haloed by the fresh spring sun, squinting his eyes to deflect the glare off the liquor store windows. plugged into his little yellow amp that reads "the mr. butch show!" he strummed the same power chord over and over again shouting "mammmaa maaammmmmaaaaa!" it was my hope that he was as a beacon for us here in boston, sounding out the permanent arrival of this warm weather that had filled me with such promise and ambition:
but obviously, before i even finished writing this post, it started snowing.