with my music lately.
Why would you ever change your name from Kitty to Karen?
This jam brings back some memories. Ferguson 1994.
This song came on earlier and it reminded me of a conversation D and I had back when we started talking seriously about moving in together. We were both on the same page; that being that there is no way in hell we will put these kids through another divorce, so we needed to be certain that blending our families was something we wanted to do.
I won’t say that it wasn’t without its rough patches, but it really wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. We have been incredibly fortunate with how well our little blended family works. We are a happy, well adjusted family. I am forever grateful.
This song makes me sad, though. Whenever I hear it, I inevitably think about my own childhood. I used to desperately hope and pray that my parents would get a divorce, because our home life was miserable and awful.
Oh and this song seemed to play a lot during my divorce. It’s one of those songs I never noticed until it was relevant to my situation and then it was EVERYWHERE.
Digital witnesses, what’s the point of even sleeping?
If I can’t show it, if you can’t see me
What’s the point of doing anything?
I drove 440 miles today (roundtrip) and I listened to St. Vincent and Fiona Apple almost the entire time. No regrets.
First concert: My very first concert was NKOTB when I was 11-years-old. It was at Busch Stadium. I was so very excited, and the show did not disappoint.
Best concert: I’ve seen a lot of really good, cool shows, because I used to be a hipster, so this took some thinking, but I’m ready to throw down with DMB Summer 2015. Great setlist. Boyd was still in the band (God I miss him). This was D’s first DMB show, and we were so excited to be there together. I’ll always remember holding hands and dancing to Watchtower. This show also kickstarted an epic weekend trip to Michigan where so many important things happened. It was a relationship milestone weekend, and as a result, I remember that DMB show very fondly.
Honorable mentions: Snoop Dog at The Blue Note, Wilco at The El Rey (I was pressed up against the stage. Jeff Tweedy sweated on me. I was that close).
Worst concert: My ex and I
were are big Elvis Costello fans (like we’ve traveled to see him several times). We were excited to hear he was opening for Bob Dylan in 2007 and in our hometown even. We had great seats. Elvis was amazing, like he always is. But then Dylan came out looking like an ancient rhinestone cowboy. His voice was awful. I mean, I’ve never been a huge Dylan fan, but this was terrible. He just stood there looking like he could fall over at any minute. It was uncomfortable as fuck so G and I bailed after like three songs.
Like this one. This song will now always remind me of my wedding day.
Our friends sang it during the ceremony. ❤️
Weird to think that it has almost been a year.
I listened to this on the way home on repeat. I adore these lyrics.