If Sylvia Plath hadn't been so sad, I think she'd sing. I think she'd sing like this.
This album put me in a curious mood. A prescient mood the kind that makes you feel something that you don't quite understand, and stirs up all kinds of memories that you aren't quite sure why you are remembering, and you find yourself near tears about things you thought you had completely forgotten about.
And then five minutes later, when you have a break and you've got some time to write, it's all gone.
But I digress
After a 4 hour flight delay and an overnight stay at the illustrious Sheraton in Atlanta, GA, MrCrisp is back on base in Navyland (er, at least, the Navyland he actually lives in San Diego is essentially Navyland with a smattering of Marines). I'm sad. He's not nearly as grumpy in real life as he is on the internet, and there aren't many men in this world you can go shopping with and switch shirts if the size is off by a bit. Spending the weekend going to some of the best places San Diego has to offer made this stupid city exceedingly tolerable. Maybe I shouldn't have been so grumpy about living here. Maybe.
What albums put you into curious moods?
This album put me in a curious mood. A prescient mood the kind that makes you feel something that you don't quite understand, and stirs up all kinds of memories that you aren't quite sure why you are remembering, and you find yourself near tears about things you thought you had completely forgotten about.
And then five minutes later, when you have a break and you've got some time to write, it's all gone.
But I digress
After a 4 hour flight delay and an overnight stay at the illustrious Sheraton in Atlanta, GA, MrCrisp is back on base in Navyland (er, at least, the Navyland he actually lives in San Diego is essentially Navyland with a smattering of Marines). I'm sad. He's not nearly as grumpy in real life as he is on the internet, and there aren't many men in this world you can go shopping with and switch shirts if the size is off by a bit. Spending the weekend going to some of the best places San Diego has to offer made this stupid city exceedingly tolerable. Maybe I shouldn't have been so grumpy about living here. Maybe.
What albums put you into curious moods?
