Btw- yesterday’s flight schedule was the dumbest- ever. Our mini lay over in L.A. had that Elliott Smith tune on repeat in my mini internal brain player-
I was whistling it, I was telling Ewan about it. I sang it a couple of times… well, ok- a lot of times.
I love that song- but whoa.
That chorus over and over and over again-
“ELlllllllllle *(chink, chink, chink, chink-chink-chink-chink)
* = guitar
We made it through- despite the airport food.