February 2012
7 posts
man, i don’t care if i’m a 45 year old woman, i really fucking miss listening to npr.
losing my grip on the english language
so i spend a lot of time in plaza italia, at the feria hippy, mostly because it takes hours and hours to work on my dreads, and even when i’m not there for my hair i love to go on sunday afternoons to watch everyone dancing and just hanging out. super buena onda. and since i spend so much time there i’ve started learning all the artist’s names and stuff and i just absolutely love...
so i’m going along, having a perfectly normal morning of stumblin’ and tumblin’, and then jerry garcia and david grisman’s version of freight train comes on my shuffle, and all of a sudden i’m in tears. my body reacts physically to music without my emotions of brain catching up sometimes, and it’s really funny.
and if you think you know what i'm doing wrong,...
nothing quite like listening to ani to remind me of all that’s right in the world.
she really is my idol/a righteous babe.
so glad to have a night to myself at home to just listen to music.
oh, and some freshly waxed dreads.
