Drama, much?
All right. Here's something that charmed the cockles of my heart yesterday. Makes me smile everytime I think about it. There's a singer/songwriter named Todd Snider who has a new CD out called Agnostic Hymns and Stoner Fables and yes, that alone charms my heart but I read a little bio-piece about him yesterday here and in it there was this:
There’s one happy love song, called “Brenda,” about Snider’s favorite couple, Keith Richards and Mick Jagger.
“I admire that relationship a lot,” Snider says. “What Mick and Keith have is real, and it can’t be touched and it can’t be beat. I’ve never met them, but I believe in the Rolling Stones. That’s who I think about at Christmas, anymore. They opened their hearts and gave us so much. And they tried to be true to each other.”
Well. Goodness.
You can listen to it if you want to. I'll embed it at the end of this post. I'd embed it right here but somehow I can't manipulate it properly.
Anyway, obviously Snider has read Keith Richards' autobiography wherein Keith admits that he and Charlie Watts have taken to calling Mick Jagger "Brenda." It's a sweet song. I swear it is. I might just have to purchase that CD. God knows that thinking about The Rolling Stones and watching that pay per view concert was one of the things that got me through the Christmas season.
Okay. I might just go ahead and take a little walk. It can't make me feel much worse than I do now and it might make me feel better. And when I say a little walk, I mean it. A mile or two. That is it. If Jessie is reading this she's going to laugh because when we used to stay out at Dog Island together every morning I'd say, "Let's take a walk. Just a little one. I promise."
And then three hours later we'd trudge back to the house, beat and tired and ready for lunch and a nap. But I'm not at the island. I'm in Lloyd.
I bet it's sunnier on the island than it is here which is good to keep in mind if I start dying.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon
