My new favorite song: Damien Rice, Blower’s Daughter

Today was a mellow mood day. I woke up ecstatic that I no longer had a fever, tried not to crack a smile about last night, wondered why in the world I got a bike with an xsmall frame, got a slight temperature again in the early evening, cured it with some ice cream (and I act as if I have no idea why I have been packing on the pounds lately), and mellowed out for the rest of the night listening to above song on repeat (courtesy of a friend/acquaintance trying to get back with his ex-girlfriend). No work done, no problem sets graded, no recitations prepared, but lots of “can’t take my eyes off of you.”

The song has several mesmerizing cello pieces (during the chorus), and they remind me of my beloved Jump, Little Children. During these cello interludes, the only image that runs through my head is Ward with his goofy glasses, slightly nerdy lopsided tie, and a suit, playing the cello on the right-hand side of the stage. Someone asked me yesterday if I go to concerts often. My immediate response was no. Then, I thought about it, and I realized that I don’t go to non-J,LC concerts often. I have been to some 10-15 concert-like events (which is not very many, I admit, but hey I spent my college years attending Balls instead of concerts. Go on, call me musically uneducated … see if i care). Of those 10-15, ~5 are big musicfest-esque things, one was a Wallflowers concert way back when, and the remaining were all Jump concerts.

J,LC once upon a time played Dublin pubs back in the mid 90s hoping to make it big with their American-originated Irish sound. Damien Rice is Irish. These (co)incidences, taken together with some recent events, has gotten me thinking that maybe there is some kind of an Irish theme threading itself through my life …