on days like this, with the weather being what it is, i’m perfectly content to stay home (okay, when am i not content to do that?) and spend the afternoon in the kitchen cooking and baking all sorts of yummy things. fortunately for me, this is what i’m in the middle of doing with my dearest little brother. he’s invited a family over for dinner tomorrow and has to help make the meal in order to earn a badge. it’s been rather fun watching him clean the potatoes and make comments about onions and whatnot. i really do believe he must be one of the smartest boys.
i finally told him to take bo bice out of the cd player. i know, i’m bo’s biggest fan, but even i get tired of listening to the same two songs over and over. i told my sister to put nickel creek in, merrick flipped out (“not nickel creek again!“), and i told him he could listen to jack johnson if he wanted.
There’s no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing…
as the first track started merrick suddenly said, “i love this music. it makes me think of being in a car.”
MMM its always better when we’re together
Yeah, look at the stars when we’re together
Well, it’s always better when we’re together
Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together…
he continued dancing around with his microphone, talking about how he had immediately recognized that the first song in “Curious George” was a jack johnson song. he just “loved it.”
but i don’t think he’s super smart just because he knows good music when he hears it — i bet he could school you in constellations and greek mythology.
anyways. my bedroom has been turned into a recording studio again. i just don’t think i should think it normal to walk into my bedroom and see my sister in pajama’s, bass in hand, recording.
and yet i do.