Biography
Nothing amuses me more than sitting down with a stack of my own press, flipping through it for the purposes of spotting any inacuracies I may think are glaring enough to be food for litigation. I have talented attack lawyers on the speed dial, as anyone in my position should, I think. Look at the things Courtney's had to go through. Point made, I think.
I would have thought it would be easy to get back to being the only one occupying my bed. It isn't. Huh. Who'd have thought?
Sitting on the bus, I foraged around in my bag for the Autolux CD. Possibly some Ziggy. Hadn't made up my mind. What I came out with was a few petals of roses, pressed flat. A smallish plastic wristband, festooned with beads. A burnt sienna crayon with the waxy tip broken off. Evidence of Tash, here. Hidden in the side pocket of my bag. A little something to remember her by?
Her bracelet's on a thin leather strap around my neck, tucked under my shirt. It may, in fact, come off on stage tonight, depending on how hot it gets under the lights, but I've already instructed my guitar tech that it's instrumental to find the bracelet. The shirt, I could give a shit. Toss it into the crowd, sell it on eBay. Whatever floats your boat.
Save me that bracelet. After all, she gave it to me. Wouldn't do not to be wearing it when i see her again.
I would have thought it would be easy to get back to being the only one occupying my bed. It isn't. Huh. Who'd have thought?
Sitting on the bus, I foraged around in my bag for the Autolux CD. Possibly some Ziggy. Hadn't made up my mind. What I came out with was a few petals of roses, pressed flat. A smallish plastic wristband, festooned with beads. A burnt sienna crayon with the waxy tip broken off. Evidence of Tash, here. Hidden in the side pocket of my bag. A little something to remember her by?
Her bracelet's on a thin leather strap around my neck, tucked under my shirt. It may, in fact, come off on stage tonight, depending on how hot it gets under the lights, but I've already instructed my guitar tech that it's instrumental to find the bracelet. The shirt, I could give a shit. Toss it into the crowd, sell it on eBay. Whatever floats your boat.
Save me that bracelet. After all, she gave it to me. Wouldn't do not to be wearing it when i see her again.