“When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.”
Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Unpacking Music

I can't get this song out of my head...its my perpetual soundtrack at the moment. I can't imagine hipper music. I would love to do a late, late night jam session with a bunch of acoustic musicians (lots of drummers!) and play this song. Wouldn't that be loads of fun? *sigh*


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