Music and pants

This week a lot of things are on my mind, the first being that I don’t tend to update this blog unless I have a spare moment at work. I think blog updating requires a certain level of peace and being trapped at a desk with internet access… at home I can generally think of a dozen things I’d rather do than sit at a computer.

The above photo represents me trying to come to terms with the fact that flared pants are back in style. I am truly a child of the 80s. When I was young I longed for a pair of chic jeans with tulip-cut foot openings (tulip-cut because they were too tight to fit your foot through without it). I suffered through the flared-leg 90s, and was overjoyed when the 2000s brought back a tighter fit.

I went to Old Navy a few weeks ago and remembered why I dislike flared pants so much. Still, I am stubborn, and got these. Jury’s out about whether or not I like them … Bring back pegged pants, universe. Please!

Last night I got to go see Peter Bjorn and John perform at the Plaza in support of their new album Gimme Some. PB&J did not disappoint. In fact, due to their love affair with US media, the venue was packed and excited and they had the crowd eating out of their hands…

The band was tight, and Peter was great at flirting with us. There was such good energy that he grabbed his mic and came out and danced through the packed throng, much to the delight of everyone.

One funny moment. Peter said something like, “Yep, we came to spread our music, and a love of Sweden.”

“Why Sweden?” Said a girl standing near me.

“They’re from Sweden,” said a guy.

“Oh really? But they sing in English…”

My favorite moment was probably dancing like a crazy person to the song Second Chance. The band had a great time too! Perhaps it’ll inspire other Swedish bands to come here, although I know we’re far from the beaten path … snuffle.

I had a lot of fun, and once again vowed to see more live music.


Been down so long…

I just finished reading a very sweet blog post by LiebeMarlene about the folk singer Mimi Fariña. Some know her as the sister of Joan Baez; I know her mostly because she was married (at age 17, depicted in this photo) to the author Richard Fariña. His best man was Thomas Pynchon.

He wrote a book that my husband lent to me in the process of flirting, a book entitled Been Down So Long it Looks Like Up to Me. It was one of those beat-poetry-inspired novels about college that was chillingly honest, right down to the main character’s extreme and profound constipation.

Oddly enough, my father went to Cornell at exactly the time Fariña was there. “He was one of the cool kids,” my father said. “Of course I didn’t hang out with him.”