Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

The other day I was in he car and "Mandolin Wind" came on the radio (now, a lot about this scenario is strange--the first being that I never listen to music on the radio, NEVER, but a local NPR station has changed formats to actually have real radio shows with djs and they play some pretty interesting stuff, by interesting I suppose you can read weird) and I immediately thought "Oh, Eames LOVES this song." It didn't occur to me to feel shame about that thought, until I was zipping the files to upload for this fic. However, I used to routinely write music-centric fics (NOT SONGFICS, I AM LOOKING AT PEOPLE ON THE MEME), so whatever, this is kicking it old skool I suppose.

Like you do when you totally own your creep, Liz and I spent a lot of time discussing Eames's musical history. Which lead to her filedumping on me. I regret nothing. If you want to download before reading, the music is all at the end of the story. Story is a loose term here. Thank you, Liz, for the music.

This intro is longer than the fic.


( Party Shuffle )

Also, the dog show has been on tonight and yesterday. I am a sucker for the dog show.