Back in 1993, I was anxious to get home for spring break. I had spent the previous months of my sophomore year in college moping about, taking pictures of my lap, and dating a guy who loved weed more than me. I couldn't wait to drive back to Chicago with my dad, and I made this mix for the ride. It opens with my answering machine messages from the week (including my halting, teenager-ey outgoing message) and moves into a mix of tunes way too heavy on the XTC and Sara McLachlan. Thankfully I balanced that out with some Pixies and Lush. And there's nothing like a safe sex anthem by Neneh Cherry and Michael Stipe to whip you right back to the 90s!
King for a Day :: XTC
Wear Your Love Like Heaven :: Sara McLachlan
Love Street :: The Doors
Love for Sale :: Fine Young Cannibals
For Love :: Lush
Heartbreak a Stranger :: Bob Mould
We Walk :: R.E.M.
Steaming :: Sara McLachlan
Merely a Man :: XTC
Trout :: Neneh Cherry
Between a Man and a Woman :: Kate Bush
Touch :: Sara McLachlan
Into the Fire :: Sara McLachlan
World Shut Your Mouth :: Julian Cope
Lifetime Piling Up :: Talking Heads
Gigantic :: Pixies
All I Want :: Toad the Wet Sprocket
Dear God :: XTC
Vox :: Sara McLachlan
It's Different for Girls :: Joe Jackson
Beautiful Girl :: INXS
If I Had The World To Give :: Grateful Dead
Ana Ng :: They Might Be Giants
Fiddle? Check. Beer? Check. Wait, is that a banjo?
We're Off To Dulin In The Green
The Boys of Wexford
Tally Ho, Hark Away
Twenty Men From Dublin Town
The Wild Rover
The Oul Orange Flute
Whack Fol De Diddle Dee
The Orange and the Green
This is Lena and I at Meet the Oscars, where we learned how an Oscar is made, saw the statuette that Bette Davis won for Jezebel, and held a real Oscar ourselves!
Lena also started writing her Oscar speech.
For the awards, I made a Crazy Heart pizza (yes, that's a cowboy hat and boot in ham steak) and sugar-glazed star cookies.
The hubby and I drank some red carpet fizz,
and Lena wondered who the silly men were.
Suddenly Alice is everywhere, thanks to that silly goth. She is dreaming and silent one minute, caterwauling the next. She even had a Betty Draper moment, and fell down the Lost rabbit hole with the rest of us. So the time is right for me to take out my timeworn copy. It's filled with all the best illustrations, and has my hookah-smoking muse on the cover. This time I'll be reading his dialogue with Alan Rickman's voice in my head.