Tinsmith and AOL. Too forces of nature, unseemly in their power to take control of one’s soul. And there, of course, the comparison ends.
Thursday morning I wondered over to Rowan’s “crib” to help him move to his new crib in Hyattsville. It was slow, sweaty work – but all in all, he had most everything already packed. John (formerly of Tinsmith) came over with a truck and homemade trailer, and we proceeded to commence (or possibly vice a versa – and for all those people who think that this is a breech of grammar – I KNOW and it’s a JOKE!).
I’d forgotten how much I Love hanging out with John and Rowan. I feel a lot more alive, somehow, with them than with so many other people. I feel like I’m more alert, I’m more conscious – and I have to be to stay on my feet with their sense of humour.
And with John around, I’d best stay on my feet.
I’ll keep this short, as it would only interest people who KNOW these guys, but Thursday was a very, very good day.
Friday, not so much – until the evening – and then it was again Tinsmith oriented, where I remembered what it was like to flirt with Brooke. All in all, it was good to tease the Tinsmythes again, flirt and frolic. I hadn’t seen Tinsmith in a LONG time (since before John left) and so it was cool to see the old tunes again, and Brooke’s banjo… and Henry Cross’ bass playing was AWESOME.
