A Brief Tribute to Phillip
Many of you already know that my friend Phil and I are married in the church of Rock 'n' Roll. He is my concert husband and in the time that we've been together, we have gotten divorced once (as you'll remember, he did refuse to staand for Caamp when we saw them open for the Lumineers), but we wasted little time in rekindling our musical union and even birthed a fictional child one Sunday evening while experiencing Guster at Merriweather Post Pavilion. (Her name is Birdie and plays the bassoon, I believe.) So Phil is obviously an important person in my life. But let me tell you some other reasons why Phil is so great:
He reads my books! Phil is someone who typically reads INSTRUCTION MANUALS... but he reads my books! And gives feedback on them! And that means more to me than just about anything!
He always answers the phone. If I have a question and need to talk to Phil, he'll answer the phone and answer my question. If I've had a bad day and need to describe it to Phil, he'll answer the phone and listen to me vent.
He has a clever and off-the-wall sense of humor. Sometimes I feel very short when I'm with Phil because he'll say funny things and I'll know that they're funny, but they go right over my head.
He enjoys dressing the same. Phil and I, when going to concerts and shows, nearly always plan our outfits together. We try to wear similar colors, the same style of shoes, and either shorts/skirt or jeans.
He likes terriers. Phil is one of only a few people with whom I can have really phenomenal conversations regarding various dog breeds. It's just one of those things we have in common, and we both have an affinity for terriers.
I could go on, but I did title this entry A BRIEF Tribute to Phillip... so I'm giving you what I promised.
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