Song of the day – Feb.11
Being in love with Beck is definitely the coolest thing me and my Mom have in common. (Admittedly, the majority of things we agree to agree on don’t rank too high on orthodox cool lists, as they mainly pertain to dictionaries, reading in bed, baking cakes, etymology, house plants, Woody Allen movies, organic vegetables, fancy pens and notebooks, chocolate soymilk, making fun of TV and people who watch it, etc., but that takes nothing away from the geniusness of our darling Beck.)
I suspect, however, that my Mom was left with more of a crush on the seraphic singer than I was, after we went to see him live last October in Montreal. The guy can totally rock long wispy hair and a purple fedora, and his melodies still stir me like I’m hormonally-challenged teenager, but I don’t think I’d realized how terribly short our man is. And by short I mean short. Sigh.