hello. my name is annafredalina. i am currently concentrating on jazziology at mcgill university in montreal. i write a few songs and here a few are. please pretend to be my friend. i did not create this page, but i might destroy it.
The hideaway in the clouds was made after all? That is brilliant. Keep me posted on your proximity to home as I am in the east and as I understand you will also be away for some time (this is what the home bodies tell me) If we ever cross paths again in the same city/time we should go for more coffee or another equally delicious beverage. Thanx for the bday wishes. Take care of yourself Ms. Annie.
Nathan
PS keep making wonderful tunes so the east coast can enjoy these secret annie shaw songs
Annie
Where have you been
the tunes make me weak i love them
If your ever out east more specifically the rock look me up we're always cooking up musical goulash in our chaotic sonic stew pot and there are never enough cooks in the kitchen take care ms shaw
and keep makin the beautiful musaks
PS.Hey remember that tree fort we were gonna build well i found a new tree lets go
i remember when ms. annie shaw wasn't such a hot shot and her, dave and i had to resort to stealing chicken balls from eachother's plates when the waiter wasn't looking because only one of us had paid for the buffet. :)
Oh, and didn't the We're On Fire line used to be "Sometimes when birds crash into windows they leave a trail of light behind"? I know it's not that now. But I could've sworn that was the lyric.
I'm moving out for the first time. Into a real apartment. It's scary. But I portent or prognosticate that this is the first in a series of positve movements that will result in the life I desire.
All I really need is my homestar to be happy. That's all I need. And Simone. Simone and Homestar. And my iPod. But THAT is IT. Having a computer and piano helps, though. And who can live without their super nintendo? Or their collection of all seventeen vintage He-Man collector's plates? Or gas station flavoured dental floss?
And I've grossed myself out.
It's always wonderful to watch you perform. I hope one day to make people feel they way they do when you're on stage. All the way back in ought 4, I can still remember the emotions that twanged inside me when you played Mad World and your Wheels On The Bus renditioning at Staircase. I could even tell you which seat I was sitting in. That's how large an impression it left.
I think I'm getting there. But I have a long hill to upward climb.
When you finally decide to be famous, I think you will be met with zero resistance. I guess there's a warning in that, but I meant it as encouragement.
Here's to Annie! Long live her army of chocolate robot Santas!
Your show at Pepperjack's tonight (or, at this point, yesterday night) was amazing, just absolutely amazing. And for the record, we did not clap in the middle of your song. Though we certainly clapped our hands out after them!
annie wrote a song
it didn't take long
11 canaries appeared
and nested in her beard
they sang "she is a flapper
and her boots are dapper"
and she gave a wink
and put them in the soup
because rhyming is gay
go ticats
