Grown To Love Indeed...

I've recently been obsessed with a local duo called The Bergamot. I first heard them--and heard of them--when they played in my store for the Starbucks 40th Anniversary Celebration. They are the son and future-daughter-in-law of Tracy, a very sweet regular who reminds me a lot of Auntie M. I kept listening to a song or two on their Facebook page, then finally took some tip money and waited for them to come in, and asked for a CD. I've been listening to it just about nonstop ever since.

They call themselves organic pop, and the sound fits this spring/summer weather absolutely perfectly, and I just adore it. My favorites are The Traveler, Haven, Rush and Skyscrapers. Oh, and Highway 17, which is hard to listen to without tearing up a bit, especially if I'm driving with the windows down on a gorgeous sunny day with the breeze blowing through my hair...Driving down the 17/All the faces we have seen/In a place that we have grown to love/Grown to love indeed...

I think I'm also a little obsessed with them because I (sort of) know them personally, because I absolutely made their day when I asked to buy their CD, because I've been listening to them and reading over their Facebook and website, reading about how they're doing what they love and are working hard to do it for a living...all while I've opened up my little digital storefront and am trying to promote and pretty up and cross my fingers that this will only be the beginning, just like this has been their beginning...

Also, they're 23 and 24, respectively, and I've been a little obsessed with age lately and all these artists and singers who are kicking ass in the world and they're all younger than me!

I know. Twenty-six is so old. I'm ancient. I should just give up ever accomplishing anything now KIDDING PLEASE DON'T HIT ME.

On a vaguely related side note, my mother will be happy, Ryan randomly pointed out not one, not two, but THREE silver hairs on my head today. The brat.

Off to read the night away...