Days Like These · 28 June 2003
On this day two of the swellest-most excellent good people alive (that being he and she) are getting married, in New York City. That’s pretty sweet, that.
Here in Pompignan, on an unremarkable weekend save for a rooster crowing championship and the monster truck rally Sunday night in St Hippolyte, I have declared this to be «Fête du Carrie et Jeffrey».
At dusk I’ll be ascending the hillside where, with the help of a diesel generator, two Marshall stacks and knockoff Les Paul, I shall fill the valley with a long, feedback-rich solo rendition of Mendelssohn’s “Wedding March”, followed by a few light favourites.
If you’re in the area, stop by.
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