do you ever feel hungover and cringe-y after a late night of talking? that's how i feel today: like i totally overindulged in my own speakingvoice last night. barf. i wish there was a no-talking-wagon. i'd be on it.
a new music morsel
last night was music extravaganza and i heard someone i'd never heard before and i loved it and bought the cd and now feel like a have a little something special in the stereo. that little morsel of tasty music goodness is the graves, made up mostly of greg olin and punctuated and marinated with some of his friends. it is a lazy, lacksidaisical sunday afternoon, this cd (called love love love). if you wanna take a listen contact me and i'll see if i can hook you up.
so last night was the singersongwriter thing at frog and peach. (is that what it is? singersongwriter showcase?). i caught the graves, tim bluhm (of the mother hips) and a surprise of kyle field. so it was a night of boy crooners and well worth it. it was also the slo-portland old school reunion week, i think. so nice to see everyone and to see everyone who came out to see them.
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