the shark incident

my original plan was to post sad eyed lady here and talk about that, about how misconceptions of love happen and how youthul desire may or may not be mistaken for love and all that--BUT-- then i blasted in my zeps and dear god have they turned the entire mood around.

see i was a good music virgin till that holy day of my first zeppelin song. i soaked all those songs in like a spong--crazily obsessed with them--and things have changed ever since. though i forget about them once in a while i always go back to them. they're like you first lover whom you love and cherish but don't hold on to crazily--yet always come back to when you need who really knows you.

so tonight it's all about those lovely golden curls and swaying hips and double-neck insane guitars and bleeding hands and angelic midnight riders.

ps: i am leaving sunday morning to spend a few days outta town. i'm gonna try to post a little tomorrow but if i can't--well--then i'll see you when i see you.



edit: hahaha that video looks huge.