this is kind of crazy...

...but I was driving home from LA today and was thinking about things worth blogging about and I decided to write about my favorite Beatle - George - and how when he died my friend Kirsten and I sat in my room trying to talk to him via the glow in the dark Ouija board my godmother had bought me for some holiday.



Then I read the last post Michelle wrote and saw that HER post was about Ouija boards and famous dead people telling her really important things and I felt much less silly about this story I am haphazardly telling.

You see, that night, way back in highschool, Kirsten and I sat on the wood floor of my room, with my giant Beatles poster staring down at us and I cannot remember how it all started but suddenly we were talking to George Harrison (and accusing each other of creating false answers to scare the other one) and I am pretty sure that George told Kirsten to make music.

Kirsten was the first person I was ever in a band with, it was called Packet of Jamn and I will forever and always feel so bad for Kirsten for making her be in that band with me because Kirsten was (and still is) this insanely amazing guitar player and songwriter (and also really funny - I still sometime sings "cannot find service") and I was under the influence of rock and roll glory (even though we wrote very folk-y songs about people at school) and really believed I was a brilliant songwriter at the age of 15 (which, I can unsure you, was not the case). The cool thing is - Kirsten is still writing songs and making awesome music - so, even if one of us WAS moving the Ouija board - George Harrison was right.