Feeds:Thursday, first week after Pentecost
I defy anyone to watch this video of a uke player covering JC and not fall in love. Wacky facial expression, oh my heart. Right up there with (as was pointed out to me earlier this evening at the National Address) throats and hair.
Yes, that was what I did this evening. I read poetry in public for the first time in years, and it seemed to go well. People tried to convince me there was something at the Damen pink line stop, and I was skeptical. Then we drank beers and listen to bad acoustic covers.
Then I came home and listened to really good acoustic covers for unrelated reasons. And fell in love.
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