Ask me anything
Only the most precious letter ever from my sweet and dearly missed Grandpa. That British sense of humour gets me every time.
You may remember you had a birthday on Nov 29th last. I did not remember so I phoned you and then sent you a letter asking you to buy something you would like. Almost 2 months later it came back to me - ADDRESS INCOMPLETE. I think I omitted your apartment no.
So, I am trying again. Maybe this time you can look out for something for Easter.
How is the job going, are you stil enjoying what you’re doing? At your age it often takes a few years to find the type of work you are really happy with.
Hope to see you again soon. In the meantime, take care of yourself - don’t do anything I wouldn’t do - this gives you a pretty clear hand.
Love from Grandpa
PS - Grandma is keeping in good spirits. I guess she is thriving on my cooking, laundry, shopping, housework etc etc.
This a picture of a foot. Specifically the foot of Daniel of @thesilverseas. In addition to having great songs he also has great (turquoise) socks. #fbf
I love the Brit accent, and my fabulous Gibson UK rep’s is one of the best.
My fave of his ‘Brit-icisms’ (yes, I just made that word up) is the multi-purpose word CHEWNA.
Brit: CHEWNA Pike: Toon-errr
Brit: CHEWNA Pike: Toon-uhh
Note i’m posting this blog on a CHEWSDAY. I mean TOOSDAY. I mean Tuesday.
I miss England already.
LHR -> LAX -> MDW -> BUF -> YYZ within 36 hours. Almost there. Sweet lady next to me just said ‘oh WOW you look seriously exhausted’ #aunatural #zombie
I’m in the car on the way to Folkestone with Jon Allen for the last show of our tour and have just recounted the morning’s events, which he has instructed I must share with you. And far be it from me to withhold stories about the highly glamorous life of touring, sleep-deprivation and stupidity!
So it went like this. Early morning routine completed in sleepy daze with the lights low. As i’m getting ready to leave I wonder where that minty fresh smell is coming from. It’s kind of refreshing, really .
Then my armpits start to tingle.
I can’t tell if it’s a freezing or burning sensation, but it’s increasingly painful. And the mint smell gets an upgrade to overpowering.
So I lift up my shirt to find BLUE armpits. In doing so I also confirm that it is in fact me that smells like a freakin’ peppermint patty.
Mild panic sets in. I run to bathroom and start scrubbing pits. Pain intensifies, as does minty smell.
I glance at bathroom counter and see my deodorant sitting there.
I glance in my cosmetics bag and see my deodorant in there, too.
Countertop: Roll-On Deodorant
Cosmetics Bag: Roll-On BioFreeze Pain Reliever**, part of a collection of ‘gift bag remnants’ given to me by a friend last week.
OY. (*insert ‘isn’t that just the pits* line here)
Bless Jon Allen for then telling me how he once gargled with bathroom cleaner thinking it was mouthwash and then tried to chase away the taste with marmalade.
**Warning: this pain reliever - when applied to a pain-free area - will in fact cause pain & stinging, blue armpits, and make you smell like a peppermint patty for the following 12 hours. All of these symptoms will be intensified by scrubbing the area.
Just finished up a new tune to debut tonight at Bush Hall. Perfect Sunday morning in London. #hummingbird #bushhall #uk #gibsonguitaruk #bliss
10/22/13 Wolverhampton, UK @ The Robin2. New red lipstick. Roy Wood on walls (Wolverhampton native?) Frankie & Vinny. Hummingbird.