12/03/01
Purple Nail Polish & Folk Rock
Some time ago I was running a tradeshow in Baltimore where I became good friends with the nearly ulcerfied marketing manager running the exhibit for his own company. We commisserated our woes and our stress regarding setting up our booths, lazy union staff, and the excessive quantity of denim logo’ed shirts amidst the exhibitors. That and the strippers posing as sales staff 3 rows down.
Regardless, I have that dear chap to thank for introducing me to a sweet little cd by Cry Cry Cry featuring Dar Williams, Lucy Kaplansky, and Richard Shindell. It’s a lovely emerald gem. And normally I’d pass a disparagng remark about folk singers
The Kid
I’m the kid who
thought we’d someday be lovers
Always held out
that time would tell
Time was talking
I guess I just wasn’t listening
No surprise
if you know me well
And as we’re walking
toward the train station
there’s a whispering rainfall
Across the boulevard you slip
your hand in mine
In the distance the train calls…
I Know What Kind Of Love This Is
I know what kind of love this is
After all, I was there when we made it
And I know why I did what I did
To end a liftime of wallfower shade…
Pass the damn granola.
Self Archeology Discovery
A ridiculous set of song lyrics writtin about frogs, frogs legs, and being green. Written in 1982. Fascinating.What’s worse is that I can recall the tune that it should be chanted to.
That and nailpolish smears in purple dating back to 1991. Which of course inspired me to paint my nails this evening. Shimmery cuteness.
And in other news.
At the existing pricepoint, do I really give a shIT??
Note to self: Go to bed earlier.
Min Jung