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Treasure Island was one million days ago but I have been busy working, oddly enough, almost like a productive member of society or something. We only went on Sunday but Ed bought VIP tickets so I actually got to see the stage for once, which was pretty sweet. He was really excited to see Divine Fits, and they put on a great show against a beautiful backdrop of the sunset over the bay. I was really excited for Best Coast, as always. We also enjoyed Gossip and M83, but Joanna Newsom was too quiet to hear over the crowd, and Ty Segall was too loud for my old-lady ears. And we left after the first few songs from The XX because they were kind of boring and Ed doesn’t like their latest album.

My greatest regret in life is choosing Spanish over French in seventh grade.

I was surprised and flattered by how frequently I was mistaken for a (rather taciturn) French person over the past week, despite my vocabulary consisting solely of “bonjour,” “oui,” “merci,” Gallic shrugs, and “Je suis le grande Muzzy.” Passing for a local in the south of France is pretty much a fantasy come true for this Jersey girl.

I’m dumb about music. I can’t sing. I used to hide in the library when I was supposed to be in band class, because keeping time made me so miserably tense. I think I mostly listen to good music now, because Ed gives me good music to listen to and brings me to shows, but I’m not very good at appreciating it, I don’t think.
This has always been sort of a source of shame for me, and it’s weird because I’m so sensitive and perceptive and have such confident and discerning taste when it comes to art or literature or film or design or architecture or decor. It’s like my eyes are smart but my ears are stupid.
So anyway, I have never been one to lose myself in music. Books, on the other hand, feel like home. It’s always been easy and natural to lose myself in a story.
I was worried that I’d find The Metropolis Case inaccessible, because it’s such a musical story. But instead, this book was like a gift for me, translating some of what my ears have been missing into a language I can understand.
It’s also beautiful, magical, funny, sad, and inspiring. You should definitely read it, if you haven’t already.

I’m dumb about music. I can’t sing. I used to hide in the library when I was supposed to be in band class, because keeping time made me so miserably tense. I think I mostly listen to good music now, because Ed gives me good music to listen to and brings me to shows, but I’m not very good at appreciating it, I don’t think.

This has always been sort of a source of shame for me, and it’s weird because I’m so sensitive and perceptive and have such confident and discerning taste when it comes to art or literature or film or design or architecture or decor. It’s like my eyes are smart but my ears are stupid.

So anyway, I have never been one to lose myself in music. Books, on the other hand, feel like home. It’s always been easy and natural to lose myself in a story.

I was worried that I’d find The Metropolis Case inaccessible, because it’s such a musical story. But instead, this book was like a gift for me, translating some of what my ears have been missing into a language I can understand.

It’s also beautiful, magical, funny, sad, and inspiring. You should definitely read it, if you haven’t already.