Wow.
I'm finally going through the box of 45's my mother gave me from her childhood. I'm moving, so I'm sniffing out crap that I can sell in the collective yard sale this weekend...But lo and behold, this box is full of surprises--surprises I won't sell.
Who would have guessed that my backhills, Southern belle mother listened to David Bowie? I now know she spun "Man Who Sold the World/Space Oddity", lots of Peggy Lee and Nat King Cole, Jimi Hendrix--my mind has been thoroughly boggled today.
I seriously thought this woman only knew Simon and Garfunkle, and a the entire catalogue of Protestant hymns.
I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around this. And am thrilled beyond words.
Who would have guessed that my backhills, Southern belle mother listened to David Bowie? I now know she spun "Man Who Sold the World/Space Oddity", lots of Peggy Lee and Nat King Cole, Jimi Hendrix--my mind has been thoroughly boggled today.
I seriously thought this woman only knew Simon and Garfunkle, and a the entire catalogue of Protestant hymns.
I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around this. And am thrilled beyond words.
posted by slickaphonic at 9:13 PM
1 Comments:
i like your bike. the lugwork is lovely. (that is a good way to make friends, talking about lugs, felix is welded-- that's why i don't have friends.)
it is no wonder the bikeshop boys wanted to buy it off you. makes me miss my roadbike which is lonely and in colchester.
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