Last weekend I did something a bit taboo. No, nothing that bad. What I did was this: I took my email inbox, and I cleared it. I archived everything — over 15,000 unread messages. It had just gotten a bit too out of control. Then, this week, I checked ALL my emails, filtered out what…
Soaked in reverb, White Birds‘ dreamy psychedelic beach pop tune “Hondora” is just what I need. It hints of a day brighter than today; fog sits low outside my house and there’s the stench of a standard Northwest rain in the air. “Hondora” has a sunny disposition that is calming and relaxing, and there is…
It is happening again. After two dormant weeks of doing virtually nothing (OK, very little is more like it), evenings this week were spent spinning vinyl by The Smiths and painting Andi’s sewing room in preparation for putting in the bamboo flooring this weekend.
