It’s cute boys from Norway who have guitars and soft voices. They’ve been friends since they were ten. So sweet. Their new album is out, the first since 2004. It is called Declaration of Dependence.
You’ve seen this right? Probably. But I just had to make sure.
I have since pinned that one giant curl in the front back with a tiny barrette.
Oh my goodness. I need to round up some black girlfriends and go see this. I don’t have true “black” hair because I’m only half black, but I endured the relaxer/blow dry sessions for years before I said, “Forget it! I’m going natural!” I’m happier this way. In Bed Stuy, though, there were the women with the ironed, flattened hair, the weaves down to THERE and the straightened and then sculpted ‘dos that baffled the mind. Is it a sterotype if it’s just so fucking true?
“You probably could have written this song! Its one of Jack’s favorites and i think about you whenever I hear it.”
I love this! My friend Emily – mom to one year old Jack – sent me this video with that note, which made me realize I haven’t written anything in ages. It’s sad; I used to have a box full of potential little kid songs that was added to weekly, although none of them got far.
One of the best things ever is when old friends remind you of parts of yourself you haven’t thought about in a while. I’ve spent the past few days writing a ton of extra lines to this song, although none of them are appropriate! Way fun, though.
I’m going to add “Sell a kid’s song” to my life list.
Enjoy having this stuck in your head ALL WEEKEND!
I don’t get it, but it sure looks fun.
I’ve been busy with projects and fun, so I’m kind of fried right now. A good fried. But fried.
Watch this. It will make you happy. (Have I posted about this before?)
My friend Phil is an amazing musician. This song he did called “Smiling Sun” makes me really happy.