Two Gentlemen

Kirsty and I are pulling out of the Hannaford parking lot waiting for the light to change. And as we're sitting there an old Ford truck is going by. The cab is full but I see a familiar face on the passenger side. We make eye contact and follow eachother's gaze the whole time the truck passes the front of my car. We stay that way until we're forced to turn away and there is nothing left to see. And then it hits me like a gust of wind from a fast moving train. That was just Casey Sparrow. What a day.



The mystery man is sitting in Mocha Joe's when I walk in on a break from work. I know I've seen him before, but I never really looked. He's a man's version of Caleb ( if only he could sing like him ) with a beard and long hair. We both can't stop looking at each other while I order my drink and wait for it to be made. But I had to get back to work. And I wouldn't just talk through my eyes all afternoon anyway.

Second time, I'm sitting there writing. He walks down the steps in a leather jacket and a helmet in his hands. Mmm. And it's fucking hot out. I shiver. I'm sitted so there is half a wall blocking my view with a part of it cut out so I can keep glancing at him. He must have caught me five or more times. He was talking to everybody. I wanted to talk to him. Beautiful. He was in jeans. And at one point, the whole back of his body was facing me. A man. I just wish I could see his arms. I would probably melt.

When we went to the bars last night I looked for him everywere. But neither were bars I would picture him in. He's too smokey looking for the pounding hip-hop they were playing at the Weathervane.

All of me wants to see him again. It's like every time we catch the other looking it's a dare to say something. I had this running story going in my head. If he had walked up to my table yesterday, and just said hello, I think I would have flat out told him, 'I think you are the most beautiful person to walk in that door.' And it's not just beauty. He's got my attention. He's mysterious and intrueging. That's everything I want right now. I need it slow. I need it to hit me slowly. I don't want someone all at once. I want to sit with him in a dim lit bar and I want him to tell me about trips he's taken across the country. The crazy women he's been with. The drunk men he's been around. His tattoos. But I want it to last. I want it to last longer than this fucking song. Because it's still playing in my background constantly. Especially thinking of him. Rock. Fucking rock.

Trani (Live In Belgium)

So it's not the Bonnaroo version. But it's just as good.
I've mopped myself into a corner with this song. It is everything I feel right now. And all I want to do is put it on repeat. So nothing else seems to fit. It's like how my left foot seems to be expanding (gross, I know) so that only one pair of shoes feels good at the moment.

I also should stop listening to it because his voice just does something weird to me. Of course the music makes me want to rock my head and shoulder uncontrolably and force my knees to buckle or jerk. But that voice is almost daring me to do things I wouldn't dream of doing sober.

As I said before, it's like someone running their tongue over your lips. It's too fucking hot.

I want to swear that this will be the last time that I listen to it. But I can't. I'm addicted. This song has become my way of life at the moment and I'm holding on to with with everything I have.

Boston 1.

Hot Nights

( Best when served Shuffled )

Happiness Is A Warm Gun . The Beatles
Camaro . Kings Of Leon
Narc . Interpol
My Party . Kings Of Leon
Pretty Babies . Dishwalla
Hear You Me . Jimmy Eat World
Camouflage . Third Eye Blind
The Red Summer Sun . Third Eye Blind
Hit the Plane Down . Pavement
Dedroom Dancing . Day 1
Publish My Love . Rogue Wave
The Party Song . Blink 182
Tell Her Tonight . Franz Ferdinand
Midnight Show . The Killers
Bodysnatchers . Radiohead
Carry The Zero . Built To Spill
Circles . Incubus
You Got Me . VHS Or Beta
Bliss . Moby
Natural Blues . Moby
If Things Were Perfect . Moby
Doin' Time . Sublime
Untitled . Interpol
Blankest Year . Nada Surf
Red Morning Light . Kings Of Leon
Talk To Me . Stevie Nicks

Summer Days

( best if shuffled )

Bubble Toes . Jack Johnson
Razor . Foo Fighters
Sofa Song . The Kooks
New Girl . Third Eye Blind
In The Mirror . Nada Surf
New Born . Muse
Catform . Rogue Wave
Tattoo of the Sun . Third Eye Blind
Island One the Coast . Band of Horses
Stacked Actors . Foo Fighters
The Execution of All Things . Rilo Kiley
Where Have All The Rude Boys Gone . Ted Leo and The Pharmacists
Swing, swing . The All-American Rejects
Muscle'n Flo . Menomena
Fans . Kings of Leon
Situations . Jack Johnson
Faster . Third Eye Blind
Charmer . Kings of Leon
Genius . Kings of Leon
Gold . Stevie Nicks and ? ( off of Enchanted )
Castles Made Of Sand . Jimi Hendrix
My Iron Lung . Radiohead
Weightless . Nada Surf
Twin Cinema . The New Pornographers
Doing Nothing . Of Montreal
Velvet Snow . Kings of Leon
My Rights Versus Yours . The New Pornographers
Soft . Kings of Leon
Truckers Atlas . Modest Mouse
New World . Leroy
Narcolespy . Third Eye Blind
I see The Sun . Tommy Henriksen
Use It . The New Pornographers
Gold Soundz . Pavements
Here Goes Something . Nada Surf
The Way You Wear Your Head . Nada Surf