“Do you remember the greatest day you’ve ever spent together?”
“I’d say Christmas Eve in Kabul when we drank that bottle of champagne at the French restaurant, and you got drunk for the first time.”
“I was going to say the time we were in South Africa during the World Cup and we went on that safari in the park near Botswana, and we came up on an oasis and every type of animal was there at the exact same time.”
“Some believe that the artist is only a mirror of his time and place, reflecting the sounds and colors and moods of his time. That he anticipates times to come and reflects times gone by.”
The video looks like it came from Wes Anderson’s mind. So … I like it.
Just got his CD for Christmas. Love the video. Seems like the kind of guy I’d like to spend time with. Seems like he has fun. One thing I would recommend to you, find people that love adventure. Then everything is memorable.
There’s something magical about this scene. Aaron with his guitar, an impromptu concert and a cop. One of my favorite Christmas songs. “No clever talk nor gift to bring requires our lowly, lovely king. Come you empty handed you don’t need anything.”
Smoke rising and falling
Drink dripping from the bottom of the glass
You perfect something.
You wonderful lonesome.
Slightly brackish slightly sweet.
If only to taste you.
Ethereal spiraling and looping
Back around to the flame
Calling my name.
Your voice echoing, resounding
Speaking from the abandoned house
Across the street.
Then our eyes meet.
And I am ashamed.
Somehow I missed your beauty.
It won’t happen again.
How could I be so careless?
How could I run so far from you?
You did not take my breath away
You took my mind away
And spread my thoughts out on the table before me.
My eyes amazed at what they saw
They directed my hands to fit
The thought fragments together.
Forming a puzzle of you
That’s when I knew.
This is one of my favorite songs, so when someone covers it, I have high standards. Very high. But this makes the cut in every way. Slowed way down, so laid back, it’s basically sitting on a plaid college couch in its pajamas. Drinking milk that expires that day. I’m talking mid-morning on a Sunday steeze.