Wednesday, May 28, 2008

You can never go home.

I remember sitting back, stuffed on wild mussels marinières, tipsy on the cheap white stuff I'd made dinner with and feeling totally okay with the world. Blue Hill Community was on in the background. Suddenly this made its way to the foreground:

What the heck? "Oh, Melanie," said H all banal-like. Some d^ke-folk* singer from the 70s. Kind of like Joan Armatrading."

Oh, okay.


* Yes, at one point, he was a DJ and he did use terms like that. It's just another one of his subcategories - like c#ck-rock - so don't go out and be getting your knickers in a twist, okay?

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