And Your Face Looked Like Something Death Brought With Him In His Suitcase...
Warren Zevon - The French Inhaler
Now this a song that I'm not a big fan of, but I love the live version. Hence, the link to the live version. I'm a thinker. But really, I feel as if the live version should just start at about the 2:10 point in the song. Really, the 2:45 point. Because from then on is so so epic. I wish I knew what it meant ("So long, Norman?").
So I'm home for break. And it's nice to be home. Relaxing. Plus, I met someone tonight, and I may very well love her. This doesn't throw off my plans for marrying Regina, of course. Those are still intact. But still...I love her...
I don't know what exactly it is that I love about her. I was with my friend and her friend, baking Christmas cookies, and then for a very brief time a couple more of her friend's friends' were suddenly in my life, and one of them is my new love in life.
I probably shouldn't tell her that. It might scare her off...
2 Comments:
Norman = Norman Mailer.
You need to check out the Warren Zevon Bulletin Board, if it's ever up again.
ahhhh.
i knew warren and hunter were tight, and i guess i should have been able to make the connection to norman mailer. but there you go.
so thanks.
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