Rikki and Holly met while working at a new age bookstore in Atlanta, Georgia ten years ago. They easily became friends, both sneaking out to the zen garden to chain smoke Marlboros and hide from the troll-channeling tarot card reader, the clairvoyant who sometimes turned into a monkey, and the customers who were constantly requesting “angel dust” (branding for glitter.) In fear of losing their sanity, they quit, and got jobs together at an office where pajama-wearing was permitted and rubber band wars were grounds for promotion.
Since then, they gather with the the third member of their triumvirate (who has magical-colored hair) for occasions like cupcakes and cocktails, rainbow Jello shots and cucumber sandwiches, and other things they don’t want to publicly admit participation in.
Every year for her birthday, Rikki would send Holly a poem and a song. After a while, the poems and songs became a language. Neither ever knows what the other had for dinner, if a pet goldfish jumped tank, if one of them took up the bagpipes, scuba diving, or croquet. But, they know everything by the words and sounds they attach in emails. Here, they decided to combine their love for music and words and share them also, with you.
From us, with love.
Rikki & Holly