Yay! My 400th post!
Last night, I was watching live videos of Julie Doiron, pretty much non-stop. It’s been a few months since I’ve seen her perform live and I guess I’m itching for another Doiron show1. Really? Two months is as long as I can go without a Julie Doiron show? I’m spoiled.
This morning, upon continually flipping past songs I didn’t want to hear, I gave up, and then remembered Julie, so I put my Julie Doiron collection on random.
As I arrived at work, this song was playing. I couldn’t turn it off, I sat in the car until it finished.
I long for snow. Soon.
Here is a copy of that beautiful song, for your beautiful ears.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBExgM0NpM4&w=450&h=335]- Joe should send me a copy of that in-store. [↩]
Oh yes, delivery guaranteed in the fullness of time.
One of my captcha words is “plopril” which is both hilarious and off-putting, like one of those too-evocative anglo-saxon ailments:
Mrs. Smith: How’s the vicar’s gout?
Mrs. Jones: He’s feeling so much better. [leans in, whispers] But he ate too much cake and came down with a bit of plopril.
Thank you Joe, for both the word plopril, and the eventual bootleg.