The age of my cousin Mary today. Happy birthday.
The long oyster gray Seattle winter is now approaching its halfway point, according to the calendar -- and the tunes stuck in my head of late. My musical tastes turn towards the slow and melancholy in the latter half of winter.
"Hackensack," Fountains of Wayne (high school nobody pines for classmate who became famous actress)
"This House Is Not For Sale," Ryan Adams (a bleak song about a collapsing relationship)
"Pretty Good Year," Tori Amos (when I can think of Tori Amos without laughing at her pretensiousness, it must be winter. If I can do the same with Fiona Apple, then I need serious meds.)
It's all temporary, of course. By April or so I'll be on to summer songs because THE WINTER DOESN'T END UNTIL THE END OF JUNE HERE. A few people I've talked to around here have said the same things about their musical tastes. Is it true elsewhere?
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Thanks for the happy birthday. Grandma just alerted me to its presence. 32 was, overall, a very good year (except for the very end involving an Irishman with faulty priorites), and I have high hopes for 33. Congrats to you and Susan on the PTBNL; I look forward to seeing the full Wilbanks-Stone team in May!
Posted by: Mary | January 21, 2004 03:38 PM
