Brunch. (Did I mention that we are out of town this weekend at Jason & Erin’s new house upstate?)
Love. (Taken with instagram)
This ginger juice must be medicinal.
Laura
Insanity.(via NYT Magazine)
Perfect Sunday.
Dessert.
Vacation.
Remember when people played solitaire with real cards?
Album covers show up pretty largely on iPads, don’t they?
Questlove believes D[‘angelo]’s “eleven-year freeze” must end, not just for the artist’s sake, but for the culture’s. “I’ve told him: He is literally holding the oxygen supply that music lovers breathe,” Questlove says. “At first, it was cute—’Oh, he’s bashful.’ But now he’s, like, selfish. I’m like, ‘Look, dude, we’re starving.’ When D starts singing, all is right with the world.
This a great read. I’m crazy enough that I almost believe that Marvin Gaye visited him in dreams from beyond the grave.
Listening to Voodoo right now; god, I love D’Angelo. With all that I learned in music school, I think one of the greatest gifts was learning about D’Angelo, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badhu, and many more outside of class (thanks, CH).
Moleskin to the rescue for round two of stake driving.
