sometimes i forget where i live and things throw me for a second. that’s all.
While taking a walk this afternoon, I happened upon this sign. Repita, por favor, en inglés: The Black Angels.
Nikki♥
slow down. it’s not what you think.
out with it already | paris
I woke up needing to say this: Je voudrais habiter en France. LA est pas mal, mais j’adore Paris.
I used to dream in french. It weirded me out, but I liked it. I was sixteen. I want to dream in french, again.
Nikki♥
mmmm the 70s | music
I don’t know if I needed a little aural palate cleansing or if it’s just nostalgia running away with me but, I LOVE digging through the iTunes Essentials 70s crate. I know it’s a little NOW cdish. Whatever. When’s the last time you heard Eddie Money’s “Baby Hold On To Me?” Hi, Kinda Badass. Good to see ya. Of the 72 songs in 1978, I think I draw a complete blank on 5 or 6.
For a few seconds, I tried to figure out why I knew such disparate songs and genres when we used to be fed the idea that certain people liked certain music and not other types of music. Some people do stay in their corners of the world, I guess I was raised by folks who just listened and let me be curious.
Listening to the O’Jays, burning some incense. Mmmm, the 70s.
Nikki♥
(I think I need the Best of Eddie Money. For REAL)