happyDrove up to Northampton, where I saw a concert by John Gorka (the Peter Falk of folk music: he stammers and fumbles and hesitates, until he starts to sing, and then he opens up his throat and this gorgeous baritone voice comes out and says the most amazingly trenchant, funny, heartbreaking things) with my mom and
thecoughlin. While people were shouting requests, I called out for "Morningside," and he said "ooo! Morningside!" and promptly played it for me. (It is officially somewhere in my top five songs ever.)And then I drove home in a moderate fog (atmospheric, not alcoholic) and here I am with a mailbox full of Shadow Unit buzz.
You guys are the best.