I’m just going to start an ongoing series of screenshots of my band’s Facebook chat, because these shenanigans are too funny not to share.
Bad cameraphone pictures of the new Tanglewood Nashville dreadnought I just bought for my BFF, kudzujulep. She has preemptively named it “Eliza Jane.”
A word of advice: if you have a music store near you that sells guitars by the small, UK-based company Tanglewood, buy one. They’re still a well-kept secret so they’re pretty affordable, and they’re just as good as all the Martins I’ve ever played. Seriously, this thing sounds and plays so great it’s unbelievable.
This has turned into quite a 504 day.
I don’t care if I have girly taste: Abita Strawberry and Shiner Ruby Redbird are my favorite beers.
|Me:||So I ran seven miles yesterday. I'm really hoping to do a half-marathon soon.|
|Dad:||It's so great that you're running so much! My daughter's a runner. How cool!|
|Mom:||Really great, baby.|
|Me:||Thanks! It's given me a lot of confidence. I just wish I had discovered it earlier.|
|Mom:||And it's great that you don't smoke anymore!|
|Me (exhaling drag):||Y-yeah. Yeah, totally.|
"I’m afraid I just wrote a song while Eileen (Rose) was playing … I just wrote this a couple of minutes ago so we’ll see if it’s any good. I’m not sure what it’s about yet. I think it’s about covering elephants in tin foil for no good reason."- Ryan Adams, November 15, 2000
Took a walk with you
In the shadow of my shoes
Danced around the broken blues
In the dirty summer rain
Moonlight on the cars
Parked in single file at bars
With a thick and rosy smoke
Waving its busted hand
He’s an eccentric maniac, but he writes an amazing song every time he sneezes.
Also, this is another one of my favorite spring/summer driving-with-the-windows-down songs.
|Me:||what are we thinking for monday's setlist?|
|Me:||was waiting for that|
|Toby:||Good looking gal like you won't have to wait long for that|
|Toby:||Sorry I am at PKs|
|Toby:||I did not eat dinner|
|Toby:||And am playing a gig|
|Me:||i was about to ask, how's that bourbon treating you?|
|Toby:||I immediately regret my decision|
|Toby:||I'm ok I have a parachute|
|Nate:||Buck up you sissy. You got a gig!|
|Me:||this might be the wine talking, but you guys are my favorite|
|Toby:||Come to PKs avengers assemble|
|Toby:||Someone get me some hotdog gif. Stat|
|Josh [blind banjo player who somehow uses facebook]:||on my way captain|
|Toby:||You are the wind beneath my wings|
|Toby:||O formfucks sake more jagerbomvs|
|Toby:||I might die|
|Toby:||Someone begin me food|
|Toby:||Or a stomach pimp|
|Me:||omg i'm dying|
|Me:||drunk toby is the best|
I miss the South somethin’ fierce.
I’m contemplating moving back down before next winter hits. I like myself better as a recovering Yankee.