I've been listening to this song by the Fleet Foxes on repeat for ... ummmmm.... two days straight now -- it's makes me down right giddy I love it so much:
I can hear my NYC friend Paul from here, muttering "Dirty Hippies" under his breathe -- but they're not hippies... see! They don't even like hippies -- which makes me a little sad, because the flower child in my soul wants to move back to Seattle and start a commune where I can have little love children with at least 1/2 the band.
Oh! Despite the fact that yesterday got a little un-great in the end... I pulled my fortune from this shaker fortune thing that Alessi got as a gift from Jessica and it told me that I was in for a run of good luck, finding fame on the stage (or something like that) and blah blah blah --- but it also said that "My Wish Would Come True" ..... now I just need to sort out which wish it was referring to, because there are about six of them on the table right now... seven, if you add the new one where I make dirty non-hippie hippie babies with Robin Pecknold.
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Hey, hey, behave. I happen to love that album and picked it up on vinyl the day it came out. Plus I have it on good authority that not a single member of FF use patchouli. Clearly it's been far too long since we've reviewed the varying degrees of dirty hippy. For instance -- http://youtube.com/watch?v=jKDk-mg1J9Q Hippie? check. Dirty? check. But the tuneage? Sweet, sweet American rock with a mellow vibe. Hippie jamz that bring us together. See Brigitte? We CAN all just get along bro.
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