I love Lucero. Almost as much as I love daft. Not only did she turn me on to them in the first place, but every single time she see’s them live she gives me the hillbilly hook-up. Which is the best thing ever even when I can’t hear all the songs clearly. I know I heard “What Else Would You Have Me Be?,” “Kiss the Bottle,” “It Gets the Worst at Night,” and few other not readily identify because of the whole loud amps/cell phone connection thing.
Seriously though, is there’s nothing better than one of your best friends ever calling you from the show of your favorite band? No. Let me reinterate my love for daft. She is my babygirl. Has been for, oh my, um, 17 years? See? She’s my girl!!!
Tonight I am full of love for my fellow man. And not just cause of the mashed potatoes K made me for dinner. Damn, I love that girl.
Also, go Dems!! Woo! My own state aside, and damn Connecticut, I’m so happy with the mid-term election results. Blue up that election map, my babies! We’re coming back!