I really liked Frightened Rabbit for a time. This song, my friend put it on a mix for me, years ago. Nice accent, nice tone, smart words, lots of feelings.
I thought of it because I like the whole idea of clearing the room of furniture to dance, doing it like they did in ’43. Not sure what happened in ’43. Where’s a history major when you need one.
But my friend asked on facebook what they should do, at that Worker House, stuck indoors, no tv or internet. I said talent show, charades, dancing. They could read out loud also.
It wasn’t my favorite song on the album for sure. Ten years ago, I listened to that album like crazy. The lead singer died, sadly, by his own hand, it’s assumed, based on his tweets before he went missing. His peeps formed a charity Tiny Changes in response.
Ming took this picture of our garden yesterday. I prefer more closeups, but I thought you might like some context. It looks strangely neat and tidy from this distance and perspective. I think of it as sweetly chaotic.
I took this picture of some stones on my desk just now. They’re vesuvianite. Love to all.