Birthday eve.

Tonight I went to see Iron & Wine. They were really fantastic. Sweet, strummy, and beautiful songs. It was like being in a trance. I will be purchasing all of the rest of their albums this week, as I only have the second one and clearly, clearly I need them all. In fact, I would purchase this song on iTunes right now if I could get my account to open! (iTunes is such a tease. Am I the only one trying to buy music at midnight on a Monday? Seems unlikely.)

Flightless Bird, American Mouth
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill, stuck going down


These lyrics may seem a bit strange, but the music makes all the difference, honestly.

Before the show I had a scrumptious dinner at Le Pichet with my friend Julija: white bordeaux, my favorite butter lettuce salad with dijon and hazelnut dressing, and moules frites. Tres yummy!

All is right with the world. Now if only my carpet would dry out from the flooding. (Boo. Rain. Also, boo: 31. My profile updated already. Don't I get a 24-hour grace period after passing the 30-year mark?)