Horton Hears a Hoobastank and Of Mice and Men At Work.
Booking Bands. Classic books and band names, together at last.
"I met Jacob in the middle of a field on a dusty summer day. I was in line at a small farmer's market when he bumped into me, and we locked eyes. 'Pardon,' he said in an accent I couldn't place, his straw hat quivering in the wind, 'I am just getting some water for my dog.' He motioned to a beautiful glazed clay jug in his hand. How could I be so lucky, I thought, to find a man with beautiful eyes, wheat-colored hair and perfectly distressed overalls, who preferred ceramic over plastic? The hipster boyfriend of my dreams." -dw.08.25.14 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.