I Don't Feel Young

I've been listening to The Knot a lot lately.



I see that Wye Oak's new album --My Neighbor, My Creator -- is out, I should listen to it and see if I like it. Maybe I will do that tomorrow while I wait for my couch to be delivered. When I am not giving the peace sign and saying "Peace and Love, Peace and Love" like Ringo Starr has asked us all to do at noon in honor of his 70th birthday. Come on, you can do that for Ringo Starr, can't you? And while those indie rock sad sacks may not feel young, Ringo still does: he says he feels like he's 24.

Children of the Revolution

I came home tonight to find a wonderful package in the mail from my friend K, who was in town for a visit last week. She sent me a book we had been talking about, a fabulous card with a retro camper and an owl, and a copy of a Linda Barry comic. She also wrote me a nice letter.

In honor of my friend K., I am going to post some T-Rex. While we were shopping at Quimby's Bookstore they were playing a song and she fell in love. This reminded me that last June, I was talking with a friend and a song popped into my head. I was trying to sing it to him and find out if it was real or not. My lame singing combined with a sketchy memory of lyrics earned me nothing but a pained look. I guess I don't sing like Marc Bolan. Google and Youtube set me straight and I sent him a follow up message with the subject line: T Rex, 1972! and a link to two videos. This first has great dancing:



And I think that Marc Bolan is wearing a jumpsuit in the seated, mime-face segments. Bonus!