[H&M dress + Michael Kors lace-up boots + JCrew glitter tights + Torn by Ronny Kobo vest + F21 cuff + Billy Kirk cuff.]
If I had to write a love song to something right now, I’d write it for this Friday. This here day—right now. This’un. Perfection.
Fridays have been feeling more and more like pushing a balloon through the eye of a needle. And like a farmer waiting for the rain, I just want to know when I can get a little ree-lief.
When I lived in Chicago, I was in a stage where I came to hate my day-to-day existence with such fervor, all I could do was listen to music to survive. Not a moment went by without it, minus terse discussions with my manager after she’d tapped me on the shoulder while I strummed the guitar on my stomach at my desk, eyes closed—into it.
Every night I’d come home from work, plug my iPod into the speaker deck before I’d even taken my coat off, and put on this Chris Robinson album. I’d lie down on the floor, flat on my back, and fall asleep—aware of Brady chewing the lace of my boot until everything faded out:
And so it goes,
The only trouble is we never know.
Still looking for a reason but I’m not quite sure
That I’ll like the answer
But as long as we’re together,
We’re safe in the arms of love.
I think I was listening to too much Led Zeppelin then?
Nowadays, I get to come home on a Friday, exhausted, drop my stuff on the floor by the door, and I listen for the shower running. If it’s on, I roar in the bathroom and stand in front of the glass to say hello to Rob over the din of the water.
He writes “hi” on the foggy glass, then draws a smiley face.
-Carey
[Chris Robinson and New Earth Mud, "Safe in the Arms of Love"]
p.s. Big shout out to Conan, by-far the most genuine, hilarious, inventive, and ahead-of-his-time late night host there ever was. No one else even comes close.
p.p.s. There were about 6 songs I’d have preferred over the single, but YouTube isn’t exactly a hotbed of New Earth Mud activity. Do yourselves a favor and buy both albums, but especially the first one. Like Chris says, “I wrote the songs in Malibu, moved to Paris, and recorded it there with an English band. And I ate Vietnamese food in Brussels.”
loooove your pattern mixing! that’s one of my 2010 goals is to do more of this…perfect!
so, had i known you while you lived here in chicago we would have gone to the Map Room for friday happy hour (or. let’s get real, an any day happy hour). they play good music there, too.
regardless, you are welcome to my chicago ANYtime.
ps. i’m glad you put laces in the kors. they are too slammin’ to be kept in a box.
Ah, sweet home Chicago, how I love thee. Believe me—I want to move back there ALL the time. Rob can attest. What I left off was that I’d moved there with my boyfriend (a snotty, overweight Lake Forest brat—I’m getting deja vu, did we go over this already? haha) and we broke up almost instantly, taking all my friends I’d met there with him. Then my job went down the pipes, thanks to the worst boss ever. So I ran back to FL with my tail between my legs. What I’d give for a round 2…. and I’ll take you up on that drink!
oh, man. wait. what’s his name?…such a description sounds all too familiar.
on a side note, neimans is having a massive sale and i killed it. i could have used a clone of you today to give me the thumbs up or down for some of these (i hate to say) impulse purchases. eh. oh well.