Well, whatever.
I dug up some old songs I wrote a year or two ago and have started to record them on le computer (speaking of my laptop; Amani, you should be glad to know that it is adorned with the "C'est vrai." sticker you printed me off your fantastic label printer.)
Anywhoooooo.
They're not terrible. I've been trying to slip some Regina Spektor-esque hooks into the original melodies, and I think they may have potential. As in, Werewolf Sleepover potential. Maybe I'll email a few tracks around and hear what you all have to say.
Yeah, not a lot going on except waiting for the end of ACC with baited breath and listening to the new Regina Spektor album ("Far") over and over again on the bus.
Oh, the bus!
I love bus people, especially when they're not crazy. Of late, I have spotted: an excellent handlebar mustache, a genuine greaser, and the classic classy old lady with a purple and red hat. Plus-which, tons of adorable toddlers who think public transportation is the best thing since sliced bread.
See, Amani? Nothing to be afraid of!
I regret to inform you that I have developed an allergy to public transportation and so will never be able to experience this wonder you call the "bus".
ReplyDeleteThat's why they have innoculations, honey! Just get an anti-allergy shot from the doc, and you'll be set to go! :D
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