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Chris recently brought home an unmarked disc of music by an artist he's just recorded and I've been bopping around the house to it for the past couple of days. Maybe it's because I'm turning thirty on Sunday or that I've just been very introspective lately, but this song on so many levels could not describe my current state of mind any better.

He and some friends recently turned one of the songs into a video. One friend makes movies all over the country and he agreed to film, treat, and edit the footage together. It all happened very quickly and they wanted to create something that matched her aesthetic, something as equally unpretentious as her sound. So they traipsed around the city with a camera and our friend Dustin dressed up as a zebra.


It reminds me of that movie, "Drop Dead Fred," in which a young woman has to cut the apron strings with Fred, her trouble-making imaginary friend, because he is representative of her past, her youth, her innocence. She's grown up now and having an imaginary friend is cute when you're a kid but just flipping weird when you're an adult.


The artist's name is Amy Diaz De Leone and she's seventeen-years-old and adorable. She plays piano, writes her own songs, and I think she's one of the best lyricists I've ever heard. Her stuff sounds so simple at first listen until you recognize the deeper themes of life, growing up and growing old, love, and friendship.

The result of all of this is what you see below. I think they did a fantastic job and I'm really proud of their effort. Very simply, it's all about accepting that you have to keep going:

Early this morning

Lately it's been dusky dark when I'm at the station to do my Sunday evening show. When they asked me to come in the mornings I sort of feel like a crypt keeper let loose in the day. Jamie had his little flip camera this morning and I didn't realize that his intent was to post actual footage of his heinous protein dirt shake and me doing the Cabbage Patch on Youtube. In my defense, I was halfway through a potent pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks and completely cracked out:

I brought Jamie a mix CD (how neo-80s!) of some of the 2,000+ songs I have on iTunes to play that morning and he asked if I was going to break it down right in the studio like how the Obamas danced on Ellen. You can't hear the music, obviously, because it's playing through our headphones, but here's the track, Kenna's "Say Goodbye to Love":

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