tickets to aussie has been confirmed by the dear trumpet-player. i can't wait to craft this trip. now for serious nonstop vigour, rigour. music for the day ranges from The Shins (for the peppy mood, a gilmore girls kinda feeling ), The Thrills (for the roadtrip mood, and abit of the artist in me, a bohemian vibe of sorts albeit a warped version ), The Flaming Lips (for the quirky crazed mood), Mazzy Star (for the contemplative mood of the interior world) and Tchaikovsky, Puccini (oh Madama Butterfly, sing me your tragic line) and Dvorak (for the classically romantic feel, and to steal a bit of the epic, classic mood of genius). i love that only my ma and me are alone in the house these days - reminds me of the times we'd sit on the balcony at greenmeadows, close the window to the room behind us and sit and talk under the moon, stars and darkness. five years old and talking about everything in a very adult, loving way. i feel very close to my mother this way.