A conversation via text between my sister (who interns for Band of Outsiders) and myself:
Jody: I'm packaging up clothes for Andrew Bird. Shall I slip a love note in the pocket for you?Me: Yes.Jody: Dear Andrew, whistle me away. I love you. Love, LaurelMe: Dear Andrew, I'll be your sparrow. Like, LaurelJody: I could just slip in your picture so he recognizes you at the next 8 shows.Me: DO IT NOW. This might be my only chance. And Jody? Don't let this be like the time I told you to kiss Tim Gunn's shoes AND YOU DIDN'T.