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Ten Plus Fifty Six

August 14th, 2008

My new, post-Africa self doesn’t like working this late. My new post-Africa self doesn’t like screens either. In fact, come to think of it, my new, post-Africa self has actually developed a serious aversion to work altogether.

Surprise surprise. Thankfully, I’ve discovered another helpful voice to keep me from blinking too frequently. This is grade-A, uncensored, utterly pure ‘tortured-soul-with-a-beard-and-raspy-voice-playing-guitar’ material . If he hasn’t been picked up by the likes of Grays Anatomy and/or this summer’s latest heavy-breathing teen romance…just wait.

Which is sad actually…I rather like some of these songs. This one is calledĀ San Jose. May I introduceĀ Joe Purdy

Outside, Siena is baking (it has got to be 90 degrees at 11pm) in preparation for Saturday’s palio. Cannons have been going off regularly for the past three days – they mark the beginning of the race, of which there have been several trial runs recently – and I’ve got to say, the sound of heavy artillery at such close proximity never fails to ramp the heart rate up a few notches. It almost makes sitting motionless in a windowless cave all day…. exciting.

5 Responses

  1. Julia

    9:18 am on August 15th

    Joe Purdy… I really like that song! How do you always find great new stuff?! Keep it up please :)

  2. Kait

    4:04 pm on August 18th

    I miss the cave

  3. Kait

    5:16 pm on August 18th

    AND..Joe Purdy has in fact been picked up by Grey’s anatomy already..his song ‘The City’ is on the original soundtrack for Grey’s…still a beautiful song at any rate

  4. Maura

    2:52 am on August 19th

    His song “Wash Away” was in one of the beginning seasons of Lost and closed the episode. I guess washing away is pretty appropriate to think about when you’re stuck on an island.

  5. Carla

    7:54 am on August 24th

    hey, I wonder where they keep the cannons during the rest of the year? I bet they hide them in some crazy secret nook, trap door, back alley. Beside the petrified head of a saint or a winning jockey perhaps. Cannons in the campo; that makes me tense somehow.

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