I’m a little schoolgirl
April 20, 2002we made a pilgrimage to see lou barlow (we missed him the last time he played) but i ended up finding myself far more smitten with the the opening act, track star, and well, the singer, wyatt. when he opened his mouth, my insides melted. his voice, oh my god his voice. (and then i realize that his other band is in the aislers set, which is a band i’ve been listening to a lot, lately, so it’s fate, right?)
after the set, i walked up to buy a CD and he showed up by my side and i held my ten dollar bill and asked him, “can i just give this to you?”
“yeah,” he said.
“thanks,” i said, feeling his fingers barely touch mine, “you were great.” the word thumped awkwardly onto the floor. of all adjectives, i had to choose great. suddenly, i felt 12.
“thanks,” he said, and i scurried off, like a little school girl.
great.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
