I was recently introduced to the music of a beautiful and amazing woman. Her name is Ingrid Michaelson. I strongly wish that you'd check out her music at www.myspace.com/ingridmichaelson. It's honey. She's like a cleaner Regina Spektor. I think I like Ingrid's voice better though. It's the difference between strolling and prowling. And thanks to Blake for tipping me off to her. You're a bread line for the bored.
I spent this last weekend back home in St. Louis. It was good to see my family again. I even saw some good friends I hadn't seen in many moons. I'm glad I'm not a rich man. I flew in to play for my friend's parents' auction. Good food. And I got to see Fredbird up close (he's the mascot of the Cardinals). I must say, he looks taller on TV.
I'm going to start playing my upright bass on the side. I mean, I'm going to be on the side of it as I play. I think it will solve many things about my playing. And apparently raw Texas honey will help me as well. I don't know why but my teacher thinks it's true. So, I went out and bought some to put on my Cheerios. Go figure. It tastes good though. I realized that I really love finding out about good music.
I still want to be a rock star. Just melting from the inside out with a smile on my face. I read the sign and I'm prepared to stop. Lock and load!
Deeper things are inbound.
Your PB from J for today: "My way's not very sportsman-like."
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A post makes me happy. I'm glad you've decided to jazz up your cheerios. Maybe your professor just wanted to make your mouth stick so you wouldn't talk so much. :)
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