I’ve been listening to oldie (but goodie) music this last week. It started with revisiting my Tori Amos playlist, and then I moved onto Metric, and The Rolling Stones (weird combo, I know), and this morning is all about Neil Finn. I love me some Neil Finn.
I saw Neil once back in like 2001-ish somewhere down in Orange County, when I lived in Cali. It was one of the beaches…Huntington Beach maybe. He put on an amazing show, and we were super close, like at a table right in front of the stage. (We waited hours in line to get such amazing seats, which is a thing my ex and I used to do). About half-way through the show, Eddie Veder showed up, and joined Neil on the stage, where they performed Stuff and Nonsense (and a couple of other songs). Ahhhh so fucking good.
Seeing Angels & Airwaves last weekend brought back a lot of live music memories for me. I used to see shows all the time – like several times per month. I’m not going to be able to get back to that given all my responsibilities, but I do want to make more of an effort to see live music (that isn’t DMB…lol). I saw that Grace Potter is coming to STL sometime next month, and I’m thinking I need to make that happen. I heart Grace Potter.
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me
Where the pretty girls are
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl
I’m feeling the Tori playlist tonight.
I took a chance on this shawl/scarf/poncho wrap thingy and now I’m obsessed with it. I want a black one next. I like wearing it at the office. So cozy.
I’m running a day behind. I’m going to try to combine two tomorrow to catch up.
As said by Data to Worf about Geordi:
He accepted me for what I am, and that, I have learned, is friendship.
aka that feeling when you wake up from an intense dream, and you’re like THAT. SHIT. HAPPENED…But like on steroids.
No…You’re crying! 😭
Seriously though, fuck me up, like I can’t even discuss it without tearing up.
Best. Episode. Ever.
I listened to my blink playlist on the way home tonight. Here are a few of my favorites.
And then I had to hear it.
This was my jam in like 1998. Fuck I miss the 90s.
I went out and did my head. I came home and thought about you.
I saw the world turn red. I picked off my new tattoo.
I cut out pictures of days on end.
I tear up paper and wait for Martian Saints to descend.