Little River Band. And How They're To Blame For My Underwater Fetish.

Those three words might just sum up my obsession with all things underwater.

You see, Sunday afternoon, while it rained for endless hours, Violet and hung around inside, looking at porn, listening to records, cooking too much. And I found this photo:

Which made me think of this photo:

And reminded me of how many hours I spent staring at this photo as a kid. Somehow, my tiny brain decided I could see the rest of her body under that water if I just stared for long enough. I think I may have been on a search for the remainder ever since.

Funny thing though, I can't tell you one song this band even sings.

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