So far I've been writing primarily about feelings, philosophical theories, emotional baggage, memories...what's up with that? Then I find myself watching this clip 4 times in a row tonight and being floored by it more each time.
I think someone's putting hormones in my coffee.
Stick with me...I swear there's a blog about baseball, steak, foot odor, proper techniques for scratching yourself, or some other manly man topic coming soon.
Must. Find. More. Vanessa Carleton.
It is a moral imperative.
EDIT : Spent the morning perusing Vanessa Carlton on YouTube. Virtually all of it ranks between "meh" and "nah" for me. So I guess I'll throw her on the pile of people who I believe are talented but have no interest in. In other words, move over Norah Jones, Tom Waits, and Joni Mitchell...you've got company.
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