what do you know about me other than what you can see
Friday night, American Aquarium dusted off the title track from their first album, a song I never thought I’d get to hear live, and it was as wonderful as it could have been without their ex-violinist, who I still miss in their sound even though I firmly and thoroughly respect and understand her decision not to tour full-time in an un-airconditioned van full of jerks.
Jerks I love a whole fucking lot, though, and who I miss tremendously when they go out on the road. They’re been home more this summer than they were last summer, and I’ve been glad about that.
(P.S. Who’s been googling for D.J. LeMahieu? Let me tell you my feelings on tiny Cajun CWS champion middle infielders who play in the Cubs’ system: I LOVE THEM. Jim Hendry has three now! THREE! Soon he may collect a full set.)
brand new kind of photography 