tuesday morning, ten am. i've been up for awhile now. already, i've made a trip to cafe mundi for a pound of coffee, because holy crap, it's wonderful stuff. i also treated myself to a chocolate croissant, because i deserve it. why? i can't remember, but i'm sure i have done something to deserve it.
judge clemmie is attempting, once again, to chomp on my crocs. no! five seconds later, he's dragging helen's chucks by their shoestrings. no! oh, and now he has found a papertowel. meanwhile, all his toys lay facedown on the floor, dejected and abandoned.
clem, don't eat the mail.
did i mention that he is illegally cute as he slowly eats the house?
helen is sleeping. the windows are open and the morning sun pours into the livingroom that i scrubbed clean the other day. this is my home. i am in love.
damien rice's new 9 is this morning's soundtrack. he is as bipolar as i am. and on first listen, i am loving this record. i don't think anything can compare to o though. remember? 2002. spring in northern ireland. curtis and jenna and trevor and i are all snug in the caravan on the coast. damien rice sings "delicate" to me for the first time, through tinny old speakers. how does he do it? this is the music i need to hear. my head buzzes with inspiration. my fingers itch to type out something that means something. i devour annie dillard's for the timebeing. "there's no one here but us chickens," i read for the first time. oh chicken.
nearly five years later, i sit on a chair in my home in austin, texas, with dogs splayed out all around me, my love asleep in our bed. damien is singing a new song, and i am awake.
Posted by bananie at November 14, 2006 10:12 AM | TrackBackAh yes, that was a very magical introduction to Damien. and the Black Bush didn't hurt. Damien Rice and playing shithead.... I have been listening to the Warner Bros free stream on and off for almost a week and will be picking up the CD soon. it has really grown on me after a few listens.
Posted by: Curtis at November 14, 2006 5:30 PM