Sunday night.

Brunched at Banter, again - that incredible pannini of grapes grilled in olive oil with walnuts, toasted with asiago cheese. oh, fuck yes.
and Will was in town again for most of the weekend, so that means we ate well: resturant foods 2 nights runnin, but italian, both graced with glorious meat, cheese, pasta and spice.
nom.

but now it's evening, and Dani and Damien have reminded me that i have a guitar over there, and my hands need fillin with somethin besides keyboard or my face, or my cock.

Tomorrow is Monday, and i have absolutely nothing to do. At all.
Should probably do my dishes.






my top 21 most-listened to songs from last week, accordin to the thingies what looks at my stuff like that:

1) Record Hop – Slugworth
2) The Mountain Goats – Wild Sage
3) Brent Best – Robert Cole
4) Bon Iver – The Wolves (Act I and II)
5) The Mountain Goats – maybe sprout wings
6) Wilco – How to Fight Loneliness
7) The Last Town Chorus – Modern Love (David Bowie cover)
8) Ida Maria – In The End
9) Gemma Hayes – At Constant Speed
10) Trespassers William – Lie in the Sound
11) The Baptist Generals – 2/3rds Jim's Head
12) Son Volt – Grindstone
13) Slobberbone – Scuffed
14) The Baptist Generals – Wrath You
15) Pinebox Serenade – The Plains
16) Jetscreamer – Meow
17) Bonnie 'Prince' Billy – I See a Darkness
18) Stacy DuPree – Lion's Mane
19) Pinebox Serenade – Lost Pines
20) Lucinda Williams – Righteously
21) Jane's Addiction – I Would for You




and here: this is NTV, courtesy of Dani.

i know i posted it ( just the song) back during Saga, but i was just reminded of it. Yet another song i'd forgoten how to listen to out of some sense of self-preservation...
and i'll not say it doesnae affect me, cos it fucking well does... but i can play it on the guitar now.

and i do.

and i will.







“If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks”
- Francois Rabelais







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