G’night Brooklyn. #weekofamillionselfies
I DON’T KNOW HOW DIPLO DID IT BUT I’M LISTENING TO LORDE ON REPEAT SO SOMETHING IS EITHER VERY WRONG OR VERY RIGHT.
In other news, I dropped half a hairdryer into my toilet this morning and today has been a comedy of errors. How’s YOUR Monday going?
Hanging at Ye Olde Hughes Compound in Harrison, Maine this weekend. We brought three bottles of wine, a jar of moonshine, a blueberry pie and two different kinds of cheese to the house. Less than 24 hours since we’ve arrived, the wine and half the moonshine are gone, we went skinny-dipping at midnight and I’m now the proud owner of a pair of lamps made from artificial deer antlers.
It’s been a pretty industrious trip up north and every time I’m here I try to forget when the bus back to New York is.
Neko Case and I talked about the year she’s spent on the road touring behind the triumphant The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You, Alabama Shakes in Athens, Instagram and more for Elle. She responded with this heart via Twitter. I responded by telling her how “Letter From An Occupant” is tied to me wanting to be a music journalist (or, specifically, how I’ll always remember the RS Mass Romantic review as the one that lit the match of my critical career). She responded with “Git outta here!!! Awww! Thanks.” AND THEN MY DAY WAS MADE.
Also I listened to the Nick & Knight single approximately 912 times and I didn’t pull a Scanners, so there’s that.
YR ALRIGHT TUESDAY
A life update because I refuse to let this Tumblr turn into a list of clips and Instagrams:
+ LIFE IS GOOD AND BUSY. Gearing up for the second half of festival season. Finalizing trips to New England and Europe (!!!) in the coming weeks. I finally got to visit my parents for the first time in months and Karen and I are heading up to Maine again next weekend to fill up the car with strawberry moonshine from the New Hampshire Liquor Store, nautical paraphernalia and antique jewelry. Looking forward to three whole days of night swimming, bonfires, drive-in movies and lobster.
+ I really love the new King Tuff record and the Lucero live record is fantastic as well. Cannot wait for Newport Folk. (Ain’t news, I know.)
+ My college roommate, Becca, is in New York for the summer for her residency because she’s all smart and learning how to birth babies and be an OBGYN dynamo and such, and we spent the afternoon drinking Fernet and cokes in Shawn’s beautiful backyard and cheering on La Albiceleste. Argentina lost, which was an immense bummer—I CANNOT HANDLE MASCHERANO TEARS—but I missed that goofy lady and all the snort-laughs that come along with her, because few things are more cheerful than catching up with old friends that are always down for a solid belly laugh.
+ I’ve fallen back in love with farmers markets and just realized I haven’t done any food shopping whatsoever for the week ahead WUPS
+ Boys. Sigh.
+ So I have Roberto Bolaño’s 2666 in Spanish and English; I’m going to read the English copy first and the the Spanish, because despite conversational fluency, I’m sure as hell not fluent anymore and that makes me terribly sad. Time to fix that. I may even spring for Rosetta Stone because that’s cheaper than moving back to Buenos Aires. Who knows.
+ Plans are in place to spend New Year’s Eve in AUSTRALIA. I hope those plans actually come to fruition and that the flight from New York to Sydney drops about ohhh a grand.
+ I hate saying “THINGS ARE REALLY GREAT RIGHT NOW!” aloud because I don’t want to jinx it as I always seem to jinx it, but hey: things are really great right now.
There are worse things than working from the counter in your mom’s kitchen in Maine while poaching eggs and waiting for chocolate chip cookies to come out of the oven and collecting a bunch of baby pinecones on your way down to the dock. (We’re not even gonna talk about the strawberry moonshine procured at the NH Liquor Store en route.)