Friday, September 21, 2012

can i live here forever?

Sometimes a photo is so wonderful that it must be blogged about. That is the case with this photograph. I just had to share it with you because it makes my heart that happy.

I found this picture on this blog post. Which you should check out, because it is fabulous. Actually, the whole blog is pretty wonderful.

Lately, I have become obsessed with the idea of having someone play me music, as is evidenced by my last blog post, and so when I saw this picture I kinda freaked out just a little bit.

You see, this room looks so inviting and cozy that I want to live there. All my favorite things are in this photo. A cat cleaning itself, a messy bed, a guitar, a comfy chair to read in, lots of plants and greenery, and amazing window light. What more could a girl ask for?

Saturday, September 1, 2012

write me a song

Recently at work I was listening to my Pandora station and a song by Passion Pit came up. I often read the biographies about the bands and this time was no exception.

Apparently, Michael Angelakos, wrote a six song ep for his girlfriend for Valentine's day. Soon after, the CD began to circulate and people wanted more. Thus the band was formed.

The point of the story, was not to confess my undying love for Passion Pit. Or even tell you about a really neat way a band started. But instead say, as I was reading this, I realized that if someone wrote me music I would be the happiest girl alive.
Now I must confess to not putting too much stock in the holiday. But if you choose to write me music to celebrate the day, I am quite sure you wouldn't hear any complaint uttered from my lips. It wouldn't have to be anything extraordinary, just you and your instrument of choice...I like guitars....a lot.

Lately I have been craving guitar music. More specifically, I want someone to play music. To me. And sing. Do you know how much I would love that?

In fact, it doesn't even have to be for me, I can just be the same room as the musician, and I would be quite happy. If I had a glass of lemonade and my knitting I would be prepared to sit for hours listening to you mess around on the guitar.

Certainly listening to this, doesn't help ease my craving.

Will someone have pity on me and play me music?