Tuesday, October 03, 2017

I guess I'll know when I get there

I've sort of kept this one to myself during all these years (semi-years, okay) of this thing here, and that's on purpose. It's a talisman, and I know I've said there are others, and there are, but this is a real one.

It's not to play on a computer, in close quarters.

I waited until I was outside and could see the sky to hear this yesterday. It was the first thing I heard today, on the radio in the kitchen, tuned to music in the morning because there's not really another way to start out these days.

It doesn't have a lot of words, but every word matters. And the space between the words, I have to believe, is deliberate.
Well I started out [   ] down a dirty road
Started out [   ] all alone
And here I am again, trying to summon emotion to grasp the un-graspable, when someone leaves when it's just utterly not the time (in fact, here this is just a week ago), and trying to fill the space with...something.

Maybe the space has to just be    space.




Thursday, June 22, 2017

You have done what no one thought could be

Stevie always happens just when you need him. Always. This wasn't even a shuffle event. This was my finger blindly opening Songs in the Key of Life as I clickwheeled my ipod in the blinding, second-day-of-summer sun.


Friday, February 10, 2017

Open the door

I may have told this story already, but as a child, I thought "Phil and Don" was a couple, "Phil and Dawn," who, like the rest of the names, lived in the same house, or nearby. 


Friday, January 27, 2017

It's too late to change events

Something comforting about this song to me today, beyond that it reminds me of any ordinary day during my summer stay in France, drinking hot chocolate in the morning out of a big bowl while pop radio blared overhead in the windowless self.



I think 1990 is becoming another musical It Year for me. Something to think about, especially these moments these days when all I wanna do is go back, not forward.

Monday, January 23, 2017

I know how hard is not to be younger

Here's what happens when you stand around the kitchen at 1:30 am with the radio that soothes the cat when she's home alone is still tuned to MeTV FM: a pioneer emerges. You don't hear about the first folks who went someplace, you hear about the grizzled, insane prospectors and the Donner Party, and such. The Wright Brothers, not Lawrence Hargrave, right? We know of the adders-on, not the builders, like Tom Rush.

This made my heart ache in the small, dark hours of the night.



And now, I need to go call my mother.