this is a cover of a song by the incredibly lovely madeline adams, from her 2011 album black velvet, and is probably the first in an endless parade of elephant six related cover songs. audacity started dropping bits and there are weird digital hits all up ons, and the accordion is a bit out of time, but i don’t really care enough to rerecord things because it is my birthday and i really just wanted to get this out of my head because the idea of doing this song in three with a banjo and accordion and xylophone has been frooncing about my brains for weeks now.
happy birthday! what is your absolute favourite thing about the elegant bachelor deer that you so adore?
thank you, my rabbit friend!
my absolute favourite thing? just one favourite thing? i’m going to guess that saying “that he exists” will be considered cheating. if i had to pick just one thing, it would probably be his eyes, the kindness and light in them, the way they dilate when we speak and he gets excited about things, the way he either avoids eye contact while singing (and thusly sings to feet or the ceiling) or most definitely makes eye contact while singing, the winks. i don’t know. that seems like a silly thing to choose. it’s hard to choose just one thing, when i have so many absolute favourite things about him. that he’s thoughtful enough to reply to emails/call on christmas day and kind enough to invite complete strangers to his house on new year’s day, that he makes really terrible jokes, that he swears that a seagull will be okay to calm strange otter types down, that he always takes the time to say hello, that he cares so much, that he exists. saying everything is not an exaggeration by any stretch of the imagination.
does this sound bonkers? i’m pretty good at sounding bonkers most of the time, so it’s not surprising that i think it might.
also i should probably mention his musicality is nice too, but that goes without saying, yeah?
Happy Birthday! What was the first album you ever owned? Did you purchase it or was it a gift? Do you still like the band?
thank you! the first album i ever owned was either a cd of elton john’s greatest hits or a highlights of the phantom of the opera cd. i do still love elton john, and i used to play that phantom of the opera cd all the time, i wish i still had it!
it’s my birthday and i’m at work and there’s nothing going on, but i can’t finish the cover of that madeline song because there are no open usb ports on this computer andso i’m basically just sitting here, hoping it starts to snow ferociously (it’s been flurrying all morning but not accumulating at all, but it is pretty, so that’s alright) so i can go home. ask me things. even anonymously. i’ll probably answer. probably. maybe not though.
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
it’s completely acceptable behavior for me to write an email to one of my dear friends who lives in d.c. asking him to lurk around the general vicinity of the lincoln theatre tomorrow and saturday and that if he sees julian, he should tell him to come up for my birthday, right? especially since it is looking as though i will not get the day off from work (boo), since my father and brother might be going to vermont and new hampshire early next week for work.
he probably won’t lurk around for him, but it’s worth a shot, yeah?
in related news, i turn twentyeight on tuesday and i can’t spell vicinity without googling. or separate. or desperate. only because i spell them the way i pronounce them: VAcinity, sepERate, despARate.
“Also, there was some band before him, which was okay. They were kind of behind in time and probably don’t know what war we’re in or that there are black people in Connecticut. “
- some terrible magazine writer, about the music tapes.
this was actually written in an article in vice magazine. it amazes me how lazy and uneducated journalists are these days.
i was trying to avoid posting this really long rant i wrote this weekend expanding on a different post my dear rabbit friend posted this weekend about how terrible people have been about the music tapes during this most recent string of jeff shows that they have opened for, but i can’t handle this anymore, so i am going to post it because i’m so absurdly defensive about and protective of the music tapes because i love them so much and people being mean about them breaks my heart. and i think posting it will make me feel better? i don’t know.
a summation, in case you find this entirely too long (it is entirely too long); i probably should not have the internet. to quote daria morgendorffer, “i’m too smart and too sensitive to live in a world like ours.” (except maybe minus the smart part, although i did really well in aquaculture and psychology before i dropped out of college.)
I'd just like to say that you have a fantastic voice. I am thrilled whenever I see that you've posted a new song -- it's like unwrapping an awesome gift every time, truly, from your voice to your choice of song. Thanks so much for sharing with us! :)
awwwh, thank you so much for your kind words! <3 i have been really absurdly shy about singing for about twenty years now, and i’m trying to not be anymore because it’s such a silly thing to be shy about.