Monday, June 18, 2007

6/18: Woke up Sunday afternoon. Broiled on L'Enfant's sunny patio for a couple of hours, feasting on a cappuccino, four mimosas, and two strawberry and Nutella crêpes. Drank beer on the porch for the rest of the day, ignoring phone calls, listening to selections from my awesome array of fantabulous mp3s: mashups, American Analog Set, Gym Class Heroes, Wilco, Modest Mouse, Nelly Furtado, Lily Allen, Jurassic 5, Mogwai, Pavement, Silver Jews, Yo La Tengo, Twilight Singers, Bill Evans, Bjork, Lyle Lovett, Arcade Fire, Vince Gill, NAS, Rihanna, Brazilian Girls ("pussy pussy pussy, marijuana"), David Kilgour, Nena, Dwight Yoakam, Tricky, Chris Isaak, MC Solaar, Gigi, John Lee Hooker, Lost Prophets, Erin McKeown, Girl Talk, DMB... anything and everything that came to mind. Musicless people are godless people. I bet those who live in the White House don't like music--yer either wif em or agin em... yeehaa.


marissa said...

p.p.p.mj is my jam. whut whut

wendy said...

want tix to lovett at the trap?