I love reading your comments (and so does my mother) — they make my day (and my mom’s). And sometimes your comments open me up to a whole new world of wonder. Like this one from Franvis who commented on this post about Erlend Oye.
“Stumbled on your website ’cause of Phoenix, and now I find your an Erlend fan… I rest my case, you’re good.
When he was in Brussels, I met him in the park. We had a chat, he even drove my bike in the sun. Do you like his new project, the Whitest Boy Alive?”
I do now. I had no idea the Whitest Boy Alive was Erlend’s project (neither did my husband who saw them live at Summercase in Barcelona in 2007). I hadn’t paid any attention to the band until now. Thank you Franvis for changing that.
Every spring I think of that video and how lovely it would be to spend the day under a tree playing the guitar and soccer.
If only I played the guitar or soccer.