Sunday, February 1, 2009

Seventeen

Big concerts are fun. No doubt. But there is something wonderful about drinking coffee around a little table with a couple of friends while one lonely musician you've never heard of before plays some pretty folk.

24 hour laundromats. Around about the twenty-fourth hour. Playing music. Its beautiful. Add a smoke, a couple cameras, friends and a hacky-sack.

As I learn more and more about guitar, well, its just a beautiful instrument.
I kind've wish everyone carried a guitar or a violin or a flute or a penny whistle or a harmonica, accordian, banjo, bongo, recorder, mandolin, trumpet, or just something, with them and played it while they waited at the bus stop or walked through the city.

Mr. Herb: Generally replaced by Emma, but I have grand expectations that both of them will make it through the winter.
Music: I really was going to feature Josh Ritter. Really. Before anybody else did it. I called it in my mind earlier this week. But since I was beaten to the punch, here's to Brian Baugh and the Beautiful Flaw. He was that wonderful lonely musician, and I'd like to hear him again.
Zombie Apocalypse: We found out the other day that Jen has a four percent greater chance of surviving the zombie apocalypse than Tyler. But at 60% I'm think they're both going to need my help. Rachel remains confident in her zombie survival skills because of her experience in a movie she never made.

2 comments:

Tyler Antkowiak said...

I'm pretty sure that the only reasons Jen beat me is because you answered one of the questions wrong on my survey, and I'm just a better person.

Jennifer said...

Yeah, i"m pretty sure i'm going to have his name in all of my future blogs, so you'll have to get used to being the second one to recommend him. But do. Because he's THATTTT GOOOOD. but that other guy was way cool. I can't wait to do that again.
I think harmonicas are a pretty practical instrument to carry around. we should all learn to play.

It's ok Ty. I would have picked you be the leader through the apocalypse anyways. They'd get to you first. ha.