You know, when you spend too much time (not that one can REALLY spend too much time in discussion with such a delightful dilettante) talking to one certain Helena Hann-Basquiat, you begin to seriously stifle the urge to address people as “Darling.” And, as that is her “thing” and not meant for the “unwashed masses” like me, I need to come up with my own greeting. But, that’s neither here nor there.
It’d drizzly, dreary, and dark in Boston today and I’m not sure whether it’s the cold and the dark, the lingering cold, or the lack of sleep, but I’m feeling about as creative as a Q-Tip lately. Perhaps it’s because my current work in progress is more ambitious than novels I’ve attempted in the past–mainly because it’s set in a real place, in real time, and there are no giant flying plot devices…er…eagles…to rescue the protagonist, one distressing damsel. Perhaps it’s because I’m realizing that the 30 degree weather and accompanying drizzle are just the harbinger of what’s to come–although, I admit to walking through the streets in the rain even though I had an umbrella in my bag, just to feel the mist on my face. Perhaps it’s a subtle melding of all of the above compounded by the fact that I’m facing eight hours of boredom with no access to Gmail.
So here’s the soundtrack to this Friday, because it’s beautiful and a bit maudlin, and because Caleb Followhill and the rest of the Kings recorded it while completely knackered and only the first verse was written beforehand. You read that right–the rest was improvised by Followhill and it’s been said that he cried the first time he heard it played back. Wrap your scarf a little tighter, because this one will give you the chills.
14 thoughts on “Here’s to you, Here’s to me”
Ah, good song, darling… Kings of Leon are one of my favourite “new” bands. I have a different definition of “new” than some, I realize, but to me, they are new.
If I don’t get a chance to say thank you personally or to wish you a happy turkey day, do always remember that I wish you every happiness, darling. Make sure to find some friends to spend the weekend with — I know Boston’s far from home.
And they sound nothing like the Lumineers & Sons.
I’ve a group of Texans to spend my Turkey Day with—there will be plenty of turkey to put me into a tryptophan coma. Thank you for your wishes! At least I’ll get to celebrate Norman Rockwell-style in a sweater instead of a t-shirt!
YAY! I was worried you were going to say you were spending it with Jack Daniels and Wild Turkey.
Knowing this gang, they might be in appearance, but I’ll stick to the bird rather than the booze!
MMMMM Tryptophan-y goodness. And smashed potatoes and gravy. I am SO hungry right now.
Yes, this protein bar is just as filling as sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie. Not.
They should make sweet potato and pumpkin pie flavoured protein bars.
They do have pumpkin pie Blizzards at DQ…. not sure how I felt about it, so I had to have another.
I don’t think they have DQ here–but it seems like everything is pumpkin flavored this time of year
HA…… I just remembered a great joke that Penny’s going to post in your honour!
Well isn’t that a spot of sunshine on this gloomy day?
That’s what the Countess is always good for.
Q Tips are creative too! They soak up the grime from out of your ear… and then are discarded… and then go on to experience life soaking up everything their cotton touches. (sounds pretty adventurous to me)
They’re totally wise. Yes.
Go write a contrapunal poem about it and then let me know.
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