i wonder if i could sing in the office

albeit softly.

i miss music. i miss silliness. i miss the combination of the two.

to hum whatever tune that's stuck in my head. or pick up the guitar.
or hear tony or hannah g strumming away on their instruments.
or andre's own brand of 'music'...i.e. a car revving. or maybe just music playing from his cds in his mustang

but i think i'm most nostalgic about the walk homes, when hannah and i would break out in song, and scare the old folks who lived near our place.

"so-oooooo, i hear you calling
oh baby please
give a little respect
to-oo-oo meeeeeeeeeee"

oh erasure.