Silent Way - New Milo Greene!

Boom! New Milo Greene! I'm sad that I originally was linked to the premiere of this video from MG's facebook to Teen Vogue, but I suppose it's just the price you pay. 


On a more positive note, there is a banjo in this song, people. (!!!!) A BANJO. I'm just really happy with this current instrument trend we've got going on in music right now with using all the instruments I learned to love, growing up the child of a slightly off-beat 'country' musician. (I put that in quotation marks since he was always pretty experimental and so the stuff that's going on with bands like MG.)

London Lights

At the moment, I'm hiding out in London where the weather is sunny & brisk to avoid the hurricane in Scotland. It wasn't deliberate. Actually just a bit of luck that I was down here for an interview. 


Currently, Mel B. (aka Mel RH B, Mel Royal Highness B) is freestyling in the kitchen while we make mince pies & gingerbread and jam to some cheesy 90's Christmas tunes such as this little gem & obviously this one. We even have edible glitter to go on the mince pies. Yes, that is a real thing. Later, we're going to the Portobello market and I know am planning on jusssst luxuriating in this sun. 


Yesterday around dusk, as we strolled past the Christmas decorations and through Westminster back to Pimlico, I snapped a few lights shots of my own. Happy Friday, everyone! 

All in the Family- Gentleman South

I'm not the only blogger/writer in my family. No, I don't mean Tennessee Williams. Or even Lindsey, who occasionally makes the foray out into the cosmos. Nope. Probably the least likely candidate I can think of now is pumping the internet full of insight and-- above all-- good taste. 


Check out my cousin's new blog about all things great and Southern. (Don't worry-- not all the products are just for dudes, I mean, gentlemen.) Hil has always had very particular taste. (I can assure you.) So you can trust that everything he picks out will be of the highest standard.


Those not living down South, don't fret! While a lot the posts are about great Southern restaurants and shops, many things are products made in the South, but totally shippable to YOU wherever you are. (Okay, maybe not the UK, but ya never know.) So click over and show the Ferguson/Harpers some traffic love. 

Ali Smith - There But For The

A week ago today, I listened as my advisor John Burnside presented us with Ali Smith's amazing rap sheet of success. Then she got an honorary doctorate from St Andrews. The next day, after a cool chat session, she gave me her new book & I'm already almost done with it. Which is rare for me-- I'm a bit of a slow reader. Dangerous in my line of work.


There But For The. The gist is basically this: at a dinner party, a man walks upstairs and locks himself in the spare bedroom of the house, whose hosts he barely knows. The novel is then narrated by four people who, they themselves barely know the man. It's about strangers. It's about "the consequences of even the most casual, fleeting moments we share everyday with one another."


On a personal note, I love a child narrator. 


On another personal note, and for the rest of you musical theatre lovers out there, there is a very extended scene at a tedious dinner party where the main and most returned to topic of conversation is the greats from musical theatre. 


I'm talking Harold Arlen & Yip Harburg, Harburg's childhood run ins (prompted by alphabetical seating) with Ira Gershwin and just before that, one of my fave musical theatre anecdotes of all time about Jerome Kern and the writing of "I've Told Every Little Star," from Music In the Air. (Which thanks to Encores, I saw at City Centre with the amazing Kristin Chenoweth.) Man, I just love it when things I love turn up in other things I love. Reading about musicals in a novel somehow made me miss Broadway and little bit less & a little bit more. 


(Bird loving friends among you, ahem, Torcuil, might also enjoy the above mentioned anecdote. Perhaps you can tell us which bird it was that inspired Kern from listening to song?)



But enough about musicals. Back to the book. Go get There But For The. Just do it.

Belated Links

With all the commotion last week, I had no time to comb the internet for cool shit to pass along. The universe made up for this by slamming me the past two days with internet awesomeness. I give them to you now:


- Rice girls ranked smartest. Boom.
- Edinburgh has a library phantom. He leaves really cool presents.
- Don Draper's NYC.
- Obama sticks it to evil insurance companies. Boom. 
- These Anthro coasters are rad. But are they 32 bucks each rad?
- This is my new fave eye-candy blog. 
- Turn your instagrams into magnets on stickygram. Woo, instagram!
- Yeah, I find the "women as crazy" cop out pretty effing tedious too, Yashir Ali. 
- I'm going to London this week! In London's honor, I'm reminding you of this gem. 
- I love NY Mag's Best of the year. Here's theatre. It pains me that I missed most of these. 
- It's no secret that I really don't like critics. Except Sasha Frere-Jones! Here's his best of Brit singers 2011 from the New Yorker. I have lots more to say about my man Sasha, but I'll save that for another time. 

Graduation and some thoughts on Eucatastrophe

Now that things have calmed down a bit (but only for a day or so-- more on that later.) I'm reflecting on what a great time graduation was. Definitely one for the books. 


It was a nice bit of kismet that Gilbert Ramsay was also getting his phd that afternoon, so the Ramsays were there with Adam McKaykay. So we all celebrated together making it one big me, Taylor, Gilbert Graduation/Birthday spectacular. 

We started with some bubbly at the extremely well-placed Albany Hotel across the street from Younger Hall. Taylor was late because he forgot his robes (who FORGETS their robes?!) and when he did show up, he looked like the most disheveled poet you've ever seen in your life. I'm talking: no suit, no bow tie, shirt too thin and too small so that the top button pulled and he looked like he was was trying to show off some cleavage. He was the good-natured laugh of the day. Taylor always joked on facebook that he was doing a Masters in Poetry & Hedonism. Well, especially on this day, he really & truly earned that distinction. (Photographic evidence to follow.)


We heard about the processional of ancient maces. That St Andrews was in possession of one of the largest collections of rare and ancient maces (??) For real? And the very serious chaps who marched them around were the same dudes who hooded me as I knelt on velvet pillow, was bopped on the head by John Knox's pants and then proceeded to bow and walk off stage the wrong way. Everyone else went in front of the lecturn, but I headed straight towards my advisor and went behind the lecturn. Oops. But I was distracted by the fact that they said my name wrong-- but then, I pretty much saw that coming. 


St Salvator's Quad was lit up and as we did our victory lap around it to the tunes of a well-dressed piper, I felt pretty lucky to have made such a family in such a short time in this very special place. 


There's always this part of me that thinks I'm inconveniencing people by asking them to show up for me. So mostly, I don't ask. And the farther I've moved away from my childhood, the more I've been amazed at how people just do it without needing to be asked. This place is like the pinnacle of that. 


In the last of our graduation speakers, one of the world's most respected Middle Eastern conflict scholars, he brought up JRR Tolkien's lecture at St Andrews about Eucatastrophe. Basically, that the thing that delivers the protagonist into a happy resolution may come from a decision that, at least for a while, the protagonist might feel was a mistake. Such as, just hypothetically for example, quitting a pretty good life & career in New York to move to rural Scotland. There were times, and there are still times, where I wonder about that decision. But not on November 30th. 

Right before I went the wrong way...oops.

The great poet/hedonist

good friends on a height gradient. 

The Moon at 2:30 Over the Cuillin

The upside of how cold it was in Skye this weekend was the amazing fog and snow we saw not only around the Cuillin as we headed back towards mainland, but also on the mountains throughout the highlands. I just loved seeing the moon over the Red Cuillin. 


The Cuillin made headlines most recently over this little business. Selling mountain ranges, gifting them, etc. For the record, I don't think most what this article talks about re: Dunvegan Castle actually happened, considering the MacLeods are definitely still there. 

Merry Christmas from Tigerlily

Umm, so it's a little early to be celebrating Christmas, but I just got my Christmas Card from Tigerlily and needed to share. Because, ya know, Happy Saturday. Nothing reminds us of the joy of the holiday season like a small screaming child wondering why she's been placed in the arms of a fat, beardy stranger. 


I thought her Thanksgiving ballerina outfit was something, but this really takes the cake: pink tutu, legwarmers, leather jacket. This kid is priceless. Watch and enjoy her full sentences and general awesomeness. I still can't believe she's only a year and half and she says stuff like, "I'll just close that."


Only ten days until I get to see her. Sometimes you just need some please, please, ok, ok, ok. 

Coral Beach, Dunvegan

We went for a long walk on Coral Beach in Dunvegan today. Which is about as articulate as I feel I can be at the moment. Though, it's definitely wonderful to be able to show my dad Skye and beautiful Viewfield. I do wish it weren't quite such winter weather. We caught huge, fluffy snowflakes on the drive in, and our walk today was taunting us. The sun would come out for great visibility of MacLeod's Tables and Loch Dunvegan while we were driving. We'd rejoice only to get smacked in the face with rain and gusts while we were walking. But the waves were lapping and the crushed coral sand was great for staring down at and examining, which was good since it was necessary to keep the rain out of your eyes and the wind from blowing away your hat. 


Hugh wasn't around, so alas, no out of season Dunvegan tour for us. We did get some good views from the beach though. Too bad my iphone wouldn't zoom enough to make the picture worth it. Curled up by the fire now. Stingy eyes. Warm feet. 

Charlie Winston - Hello Alone

You guys. I am so tired today. I knelt. I bowed. I was hooded. I walked off stage the wrong way. I celebrated in a big, beautiful lit up tent. I chatted with a favorite author of mine. (Today, she gave me her book!) I celebrated Sophie's birthday. I partied and had a slumber party with really good friends who were then late for work the next day. Now I'm going to Skye. I leave you with Charlie Winston. 

Masters with Distinction

Hey, I graduate today! I'm trying to remind myself that it's actually a pretty big deal and I haven't had one of these since 2004. It's nice to be part of traditions-- both the 600 year old kind, and the more recent kind, created by my friends I've made since I moved here. It's a silly little thing, but I'm really excited to be wearing the same white dress shirt as three of my friends wore to their St Andrews graduations. And delighted to be sharing the day with my dad and so many of my Edinburgh & St Andrews friends. 


The older traditions sound, well a bit medieval to be honest. Hoods, kneeling, apparently being bopped on the shoulder with John Knox's pants (or something like that? Says Sophie? Ps- It's her birthday! Happy Birthday!) walking backwards, bowing....


Anyhow, apparently you can watch a live feed of the thing here-- most likely if you are related to me or just want to see me in a hood. (I don't get the squishy hat until next time.)

Restoration Manor Mania

We've been dejectedly asking ourselves what to do on Sunday nights to fill the void left behind by Downton Abbey. This Sunday, we obviously tried tons of food, party games & winning pub quiz night. But I think I've found something that will coast us past the holidays. 


Basically, The Manor Reborn takes a group of enthusiastic experts to work with the National Trust to re-envision Elizabethan Avebury Hall into a publicly viewed space minus all those annoying ropes. All the interiors will be sturdy enough to withstand use. I like it. Because part of why I love manor houses in the first place is to envision that I live there. If you can't touch anything, it kind of kills the affect. 


That's why I also quite loved this show, Restoration Home, that aired earlier this year. Even after watching all 6 episodes of Restoration Home and the premiere of The Manor Reborn, where all the people said they'd never buy another listed property, it's still kind of a dream of mine to restore an old manor home somewhere... 

Super Stereotypical Thanksgiving Feast

This is what I did yesterday. And no one got sick! Not only that, but we even won pub trivia later that night when we went to the Wally Dug dressed as Pilgrims & Indians. Work. Today, I am recovering. 

Postponed Thankful Posting

I know I post this every year. I just can't resist.

We postponed having our Thanksgiving for Brits until today. And while I agree with all the criticism of colonialism and certainly everything we ever did to Native American populations, there's a reason why Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It's not just because I like feeling grateful (though I do). 


I suppose I like the idea (even if the reality of what happened in 1621 is not quite that ideal) that you can go out into the world, not knowing what you'll find, and trusting that the people you meet when you get there will look after you. I'm lucky enough that this has always been the case for my various pilgrimages. Be it Japan or Korea or New York or the UK, I've always felt taken care of in my quest to see the world. So thanks for that. 


And please send prayers that we won't have to resort to frozen pizzas. 

Today Feels Like This - The Middle East - Blood

Today I am cooking. A lot. A full Thanksgiving meal, in fact, to be served on Sunday. For my real blood & adopted blood. And listening to the small, but lovely canon of the short-lived Australian band, The Middle East. I love all their songs, but I still love the much-hyped "Blood" the most. It sounds twinkly, which is how I feel when I get to make something nice for all the people I care about. 


Hope you're having a great Saturday with continued left-overs and loved-ones!

Black Friday Links

Even though Black Friday isn't the shopping insanity here like it is in the States, let's just pretend we're going to do all of our Christmas Shopping now! Me & Pops are hitting the town and here's what we're  buying for you. 


- The badass bespoke gifts & luxury Christmas cards of Zaza Shelley. Love. 
- Pretty much everything from Old Town Context
- The special Christmas chocolate (and many more!) from the drool-worthy Coco on Broughton


Bonus Links:
- Real Estate daydreaming. What if I lived here? 
- Or worked here?
- Fun Lit website
- Katie Roiphe does it again. What David Foster Wallace's Lesson plans teach us about how to live. 

Hanging onto Autumn - Happy Thanksgiving

Maybe it's the onset of winter that has caused my life shake-up kind of frenzy. Or maybe it's the total lack of love I feel from a University I once cherished, but who now, has been the cause of my starvation for the last 26 days (What do I pay 12,200 pounds for again?) So maybe I'm just starving and not thinking rationally. But I've been in the kind of mood I get in when my friends say, "Uh oh, Ryann is about to move to another country." 


I don't know that I'm going to take it that far. But I'm feeling under-stimulated lately so that might be why I just applied to about 7 theatre jobs in London last night. I mean, I was awesome when I was slammed, right? I can do a phd long-distance from London and work full time and write musicals, right?


I think deep down, I always knew I'd want a faster-paced lifestyle back at some point. But I suppose I'd like to think the hope of balance is actually available to me in other places in a way that it simply wasn't in NYC. 


Who knows. I'm sure something interesting will happen. It always does. In the meantime, I'll be spending this Thanksgiving preparing for the Thanksgiving I'll be cooking (when my DAD! arrives) with 10 of my closest friendsfamily this Sunday. So far, St A still hasn't actually given me my loan money so that I can purchase the food, but whattheheck. I never died from starvation in NYC, so I don't plan to start now. 


I'm going to go clean, write (real writing & perhaps some more angry emails to the St Andrews proctor) and get the most out this last unseasonably warm Autumn weather. I'm hanging on to it. Just like this tree. 

photo by David Filipiak

Fall Foliage & My Favorite Flower Shop

One of the first places I saw & loved when I started hanging out in Edinburgh last year to visit my pals was Narcissus Flower Shop on Broughton. It was November, and they still had great sustainable & funky bouquets. Pretty much no matter what time of year, they have amazing, out of the ordinary blooms. (Personally, I'm a fan of the Dramatic & Fiery and the Wild, Scottish & Natural.) 


They remind me of Sunny's Florist on Second Ave in NYC (my all-time fave flower place when I lived in the East Village. Sunny is kind of a hero of mine. She quit her job as a paralegal to start her own flower shop 22 years ago.) 


Anyhow, I snapped these pics recently while I've had the excuse to be out in our unseasonably warm Autumn days helping my old pal Brian & his wife find a flat before they move here from the States in January. Brian was my co-Teacher's Pet Winner, GVHS Class of 2000. Any other senior superlatives wanna move to Edi? No matter what, if you're in the 'burgh, check out Narcissus. So pretty. 

San Francisco based designer, Tartanscot

Scot Meacham Wood, aka Tartanscot takes his inspiration from the best places: Scotland & NYC. I wonder about the extent of his actual contact with Scotland (occasionally, it seems more like a version of Scotland than the real thing) but nevertheless, on his blog, I caught pics of the Ardverikie gate house, Eilean Donan & the streets of Glasgow. 


So even though there's more gay men (oh, how I miss my gays) in tweed on the page than you can shake a stick at, there's also men on vespas help balance that (??) and I think he puts more of that balance into his actual rooms. 


Maybe he does get Scotland. Because, while I love light airy modern spaces as much as the next gal-- and lord knows, they're en vogue-- they just don't make much sense in Scotland. Maximalist works in Scotland. You need the warmth. Maybe I just have a thing for dark, rich wall colors. For creating a luxe look out of simple fabrics, like, say, wool. Well, so does Scot Meacham Wood. 

Holiday Hair Ideas from Toast

What about this for a holiday party look? Iona and I analyzed it and decided it's actually easier than it looks. I pulled it from one of my usual sources of inspiration-- the Toast Catalogue. If you're new or don't remember my previous Toast Posts, they're like Anthro but for people who love solids instead of prints. 


Then I found this hair tutorial, and this reminder on how to do fishtail braids. So if you've been looking for the right holiday 'do, maybe this one will frost your cookies. Otherwise, have a spin around this year's holiday Toast offerings. (Personally, I'd like everything in their socks collection.) Or check out Toast Travels. It's dreamy. Here's a sample of current titles: Diary of a Cheesemaker, an Englishwoman in New York, In Defense of Darkness. Happy Monday!

My Continuing Love of Obsolete Art - Wet Plates

God Bless Dan Carrillo, the Seattle-based photographer & printmaker responsible for this lovely resurgence in daguerrotypes and wet plate collodian method. It's old-fashioned, inconvenient and you work against the clock-- the photographer has no more than 10 minutes to complete the entire process from coating to developing before the plate dries. 


But in a world so centered on smaller, lighter, faster & more convenient, it's nice to see someone pulling the old methods back from the brink of extinction. Sure, they're romantic. They make me think of war-torn lovers. But they also seem to capture a reality that photos don't. The eyes give more away. There's something other-worldly about them, don't you think?


For more about Daniel Carrillo, check out his blog
via Honestly... WTF & Miss Moss.

Problem of Miracles - The Grave of David Hume

Edinburgh's been a bit bleak lately, so it was a pleasant surprise to be awakened early yesterday morning with a phone call from Sophie. Surprise visitors are the best and we spent the afternoon catching up and tooling around Edinburgh's museums, speaker stores, and since it's so bleak (duh) cemeteries. I've always had a bit of a thing for old cemeteries, and you can't do much better than the old Calton Hill Cemetery. I mean, David Hume is there. Fave philosopher. 'Nuff said. Also it was gorgeous. Check out that fading sun behind (yes!) good old Abe Lincoln. 


Finally, I literally can't stop listening to this song. I love that one of the comments when I went to post this is as follows: "I'm so drunk I randomly typed Gotye on youtube and came to this song and it's completely changed my life." Happy Saturday. 

Restless Friday Links

Well, the good news is, my dad gets here a week from today! The bad new is, man I am restless. It's common theme of my life. And not even the endless information on the internet is enough to keep my wanderlust at bay. But I try anyhow. 


- A Disco Downton photoshoot (as always, I apologize for linking you to the Daily Mail.)
- Ryan Gosling pancake. For obvious reasons.
- The world's most expensive photo
- Speaking of photos, and exotic places, check THIS OUT!

- I think the person who wrote this about NAMT & my friend Joe's show has NO idea how long it actually takes, how many productions it actually takes to get a show anywhere. I enjoyed my friend Jennifer's rebuttal.
- Speaking of theatre, this is pretty obvious, but nice to see it in print.


- But we brought up theatre, which makes me think of my career. And then I get restless and start shopping for apartments. In Los Angeles. Or Austin. (career?)
- Or I'll start thinking about moving to Portland. Why am I so suggestible?? (I blame McC.)
- Or back to New York.
- Speaking of NYC real estate, J. Crew Creative Director Jenna Lyons' Brooklyn townhouse- aka the world's most perfect house of all time (save for that ugly wrong shade of yellow couch) is on the market for only 3.75 million dollars? Messy divorce? Well, Curb might have said it best, but personally, I think it's really sad that not even a piece of real estate this beautiful (and the most amazing Olatz bedding!!) can hold together a marriage. 


- Margaret Gillespie Pierce, are you out there? Mugs! Do you remember this? Oh man, I loved me some Delia's catalogue. Though, looking back, I have to agree those shoes were hideous. But I used to just covet that stuff. Turns out, it was all very cheaply made and kind of lost its allure once the Delia's store went into the Galleria, am I right??


- As much as I'm dreaming of other places & other times, St Andrews sure does know how to get people laughing. You might have seen this floating around the internet. My friend Jorge was the first one to post the pic, and soon people in the states had gotten ahold of it, etc etc. It was a joke, ya'll. Pretty good, huh?


Photos by Karen Knorr

Bonnie & Clyde on Broadway and the cover of Time Out

2011 has been a good year for quite a few of my friends in the entertainment industry. But I don't think anyone I know is having a better year than Jeremy. Let's see. He racked up the lead role in critically acclaimed cult-classic-turned-stage-show Newsies, got engaged, starred in this little flick with Dolly Parton & Queen Latifah (man, I love a good movie musical!), and now he's starring as bad-boy icon Clyde Barrow, originating his first role on Broadway in Bonnie & Clyde. 


Don't forget about that little cover of  Time Out New York, ether. And a big old photo spread and interview on the inside. Check it out. And! as of Tuesday, it's confirmed that Newsies will be hitting Broadway for a limited run. I bet my pal Jeremy is wishing he could clone himself right about now. 


All this comes as no surprise to me because Jeremy is a rare talent... and something even more rare on Broadway: a believable badass. Yeah sure, he's got kind of a baby face. But he makes that tommy gun in his hand look good. Something about him is convincing as a magnetic man from the wrong side of the tracks in a way most of the dudes who end up on Broadway simply aren't. 


And I feel confident enough to admit that there is a a riff section he did when we were recording "In Your Name" from Nicholas & Alexandra that I will just listen to on a loop. It's just heaven. Listen here. 


Congrats to you, Mr. Jeremy Jordan. I suppose we don't need to go into business with our genius contact lens idea now. Instead, I'll just rush to see him at the Schoenfeld next time I'm in NYC. 

photos from Time Out New York, Dale May
Also this. This is hilarious. 

She Says She Likes to Write - Autumn Story - Firekites

So... this song and video are a couple of years old, but I couldn't resist posting today. This is basically exactly how I feel right now: daydream-drunk and melancholy; inching along, but in swooping circles to fool myself; making pretty things but little progress and ending up where I started...all Autumn long. Daydream-drunk & melancholy, you say? (Or as McC would say, Everything We Stand For!...haha.)


I've always been a fan of stop motion, but I think the vid from Aussie band, Firekites (off their debut album, The Bowery, [sigh. I miss The Bowery.]) might always be my favorite. (Perhaps it's the chalkboards. If you've ever seen my Pinterest boards, you know I have a bordering on pathological obsession with chalkboards as functional decor.) 


Anyhow. Check out more of Firekites & their cool label Spunk (same label as Bonnie Prince Billy, my old faves The Faint, She & Him, etc etc etc), here. 

Old Technology, New Tricks

One might say I'm a bit of an anomaly when it comes to eras. I'm nostalgia-filled and old school on a whole lot of topics, but you'd have to pry my iphone out of my cold, dead hand. I love the feel of typewriter keys, but I get anxiety attacks just thinking about trying to compose a lengthy document without backspace, cut, copy or paste. Nevertheless, a serious part of me could seriously see myself (at least upstairs) on Downton Abbey. Luckily, I know I'm not alone in this contradictory attitude about old and new.


Here's part two of my Anthro Catalogue shopping: iphone/ipad victrolas and USB rigged typewriters connected to your ipad or computer monitor. It's simultaneously so faux and so genius I am filled with both extreme consumeristic guilt and tech nerd/writer geek glee. Just glee. Now, if only I had a spare 2000 pounds sterling (According to the UK catalogue) or dollars for both.


Okay, but my guilt is tempered by a couple of cool things. 1. You could probably do them yourself. At least, the USB  typewriter. In fact, there are even some tutorials online. 2. I think it's pretty nifty (and green!) that the iVictrolas are acoustic and don't require any electricity at all. They just make the crappy little speakers on your iphone work. They're also one of a kind and no two are the same. That's craftsmanship, my friends! I suppose I'm a sucker for a good repurposing.


For other spots about the iVictrola, you can check out here. Or read this & this. Props to you, Matthew Richmond. San Fran really does have a high concentration of cool people. 
For USB typewriters, check out this & this. The amazing Royal is already sold out at Anthro in the US, but Philadephia designer, Jack Zylkin is the man who runs this site so it's no dead end. 

Tucked Away Castles

Prestonpans has a bit of a split personality. As you exit the motorway and head through town, you first encounter faux-American housing developments, but right after that, bam!, historic Prestonpans with towers, 16th and 17th century castle strongholds and wonderful wonderful Northfield House: home to our  friends and our young charges for the day, Jamie & Alice.


Iona and I both agree that babysitting is better with two people: you don't have to do baby talk ALL day, and when one is having a meltdown & needs a nap, the other can tend to the sane child. Basically keeping the one to one small human to large human ratio = good. 


We had a blast running around the garden, jumping on the trampoline, watching Alice's plushy cheeks and big toothless grin and exploring on a sunny Autumn day. 


And since I was lucky enough to most frequently be in charge of the more low-maintenance kiddo (it alternated) I also got to check out some of the amazing art at Northfield House and architecture on our walks-- including Hamilton House, Preston Tower (also once home to the Hamilton Family) and Preston Cross. Preston derives from Priest Town and has been home to monks, salt mills and the site of 1745 Jacobite victory at the Battle of Prestonpans. It's only 8 miles outside of Edinburgh-- take a spin past it!

My God You Tempt My Anxious Mind - Milo Greene 1957

Milo Greene's "1957" might just be my idea of chord heaven. This little rambler is a perfect Sunday Playlist tune and a combo of most everything I like in a song. So why can't I buy Milo Greene on itunes? I bet you they have some rad humanitarian reason. Or maybe, like this article suggests, they're from LA and they're just super laid back. Haven't gotten around to it yet. Much less, making a whole album. Oh well. Instead, I'll just have to buy the vinyl with digital download attached.


I love me some boy/girl, multi-member bands. Makes me think of Fleetwood Mac.
Hope you're having a great Sunday! 

  Don't You Give Up On Me by MiloGreene

  Milo Greene - 1957 by buzzbands