Blondy and Barcelona

Look Out town, I'm using Blondy tonight. (that's not true, I don't think anyone's used blondy since 1988)

Did you guess correctly? I'm dying my hair. Well, redying the roots. This may come as a surprise, brace yourselves... but I'm not naturally blond. Well, who is!? Scandinavians & Australians, and a large handful of women across the world - surely not me though. Now that that's settled, let me just share my DYING desire to scratch my scalp off. There is NO professional hair care over here. At my house, right now, probably not even in nearby towns really... remember, I'm temporarily living in a small town in Colorado. We have farmers, and mountains, and sheep herding contests, but after that you're stretching it. I'm aware that's neither true nor fair.

I found one of my favorite rings I've been missing for a few months. It was buried under books below my night stand. Strange. How did I happen upon it? Well, I found myself in a cleaning frenzy. That happens a lot - random cleaning frenzies. They more commonly occur when I'm either a. on the phone, or b. I've had something to drink. Now which was it tonight, a. or b.? That's just a question that will have to haunt you for the rest of your life. Okay, I cave, it was a.

Well. I leave for Alaska VERY soon. Alaska? What? I got a summer job up there, doing random work like picking up trash in the tundra, etc. Why would I want to do that? Spirit of adventure, that and well, it pays well. Why not!? So leaving: I've been here, in this state of life for nearly 5 months, and although I wished ever so often that I was somewhere completely different, it feels strange to be leaving. It's like that awkward pause, not here, yet not there. Change. Change is exciting, but in the face of creature comforts, a little taxing. I feel like so many parts of me contradict - I'm pretty sure most people feel like that. I mean to say, on one hand, I love routine, dependability, organization, comfort, yet on the other hand I crave diversity, change, different things from one day to the next. Yes.

Sadly I am not going to be bringing my guitar with me? ABSURD, YOUR NOT A REAL MUSICIAN. It is heart breaking, but honestly, I NEED to pack light, and my guitar, as close as I am to it, is just too much extra. Really though I work in shifts, 2 weeks on, 2 weeks off, and on one of those 2 weeks off I'm going to return to the BEAUTIFUL San Francisco to see all my friends. Guitars are plentiful in those parts, I'm sure I'll be able to borrow should the opportunity present itself.

What is it about music? You know, that unapologetic force that invades our hearts? It seeps into the deeper parts of us until before we know it we've been taken over by something bigger than ourselves. Maybe not bigger, maybe just a truer form of human connection. You know, the raw expression of emotion from one life to the next. The way a single note played in a specific way can make you feel something entirely profound. It's almost as if music helps parts of us speak when the rest of us can't, or does not know how. Hmm. My abstract moment is ending now.

New Topic ----> So, I just read up on the French band Plastiscines in Nylon, and have to confess I like them more now that I know they're a 4-girl band. I won't lie, I've only heard their single Barcelona, but given I've had it on repeat for the last half hour, chances are I'll enjoy other stuff from them. I would not be surprised if we don't see an emersion of all girl 'garage rock/pop' bands in mainstream. Well, three cheers to that.

the ladies themselves: Plastiscines

Well. My head has stopped itching, or I got properly distracted. Either way, it's about time I get off this contraption I spend FAR TOO MUCH of my life on, and take care of the toxic waste on top of my head. Danger.

I thank you for your interest.

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Love.
Audrey Ebbs.