What a day to be Alive

Most days I sit at some point during their 24 hour duration and kind of wished it were slightly later or something. Waiting for something to happen or hours to end. And now dear lord I wish everything can just stop and remain in slow motion forever. Adrenaline is only one part of the equation which has gotten us through this week of ecstasy. Who would have ever thought that watching the same sets of music over and over could provoke so much escalating pleasure. I think I could keep doing this for a really long time, and find pockets of secret goodness in each song and chord progression and harmony. And the Laughter. Today after eating at a chinese buffet place in the middle of Alabama we shared our fortunes from our cookies and I laughed so hard that an actual tear fell all the way down my face. What a group of people. What a group of friends. I have one fear right now. As the last hours and moments pass and slip through our fingers, what if this whole experience just remains in history like a really good dream?

I’d be Lying

You said I’m cute as a button…But.

There is an attitude behind it. I’m always smiling and my eyes and face catch attention because I am always so happy. And I’m always smiling and that is so rare. Thanks for noticing. Darling words and all, and you had me at the edge of my seat in that magical room in St. Louis, but I had forgotten that with the exposure of your inebriated genius also comes a double exposure of blurry choices and fickle feelings. I had also forgotten that after standing on a balcony with the stunning arch crowning over a low moon in the shape and size I love the most during the month…the night ends and the Stars fall or get clouded over by the day light and things kind of awaken in a rude way. So even though my bright colored sunglasses tricked me into seeing the world full of bright colors on my way to Nashville I knew there was a low. And in that bar I won the staring match because you saw the sadness in my eyes and looked the other way. But  unfortunately I have found myself tangled up in care for you.

The Curious Case of Amber’s Buttons

The way I see it is that there is a dark dark world. Dark as the darkest night, and it’s so cold there that the thought of being warm is incomprehensible. But in the midst of this frigidness, there is a beam of light, and twinkles of sound emanating from a single small house in downtown Boston. Music is being created in the basement, by a group of people who don’t even know each-other’s names or stories. I found peace there, with Amber and her friends. New Hampshire was one of those states which I had never thought about – it almost just got dissolved in my brain in the clump of states ‘up over there.’ But it is gorgeous. Londonberry is really Londonderry. But it is a blueberry, cranberry, and raspberry concoction; slightly tart, with a british accent. Love old, old houses. Love wine cellars. Love music. Love real people. Loved the Journey. 

Here’s to keep finding and fixing loose buttons. Or Life’s screws. And such. And more, and more, and more…

Red & Red all Over.

Valentines Eve:

“My dear I have been to hell. Chained myself there among the fire, and poisonous maggots. And I have gotten out. Now nobody likes a moby dick, so we gonna turn that frown upside down.”

Valentines Day:

” Wine is red it makes our cheeks glow…these little girls skate oh so slow…pretty flowers i love, burning off chocolate takes work… but for today all i want is miss ****…for today no boys miss…because you make me happier than any kiss. Happy Valentines Day!”

She opened a window

U can be mad and mad at me because i don’t understand and was upset about the apt…and that is fine. And if u need to be away for a bit thats fine too but it doesnt mean ur not getting my good morning texts. i was on the train and saw this this morning. “Hope is the thing with featheres that perches in the soul and sings the tunes without words and never stops at all…” have a great day!

Combination and its Code

I long for those nights when it goes on and on and music spirals round and round. It’s not a jam it’s more of a cozy cloud of cotton candy where we can sit and lull in the moment, experiencing the dance of sound circling around us. It’s happened before and it must happen again. When time stands still and it doesn’t matter if the night turns into morning outside. Because the Combination of all the seconds and moments adds up to a perfect Now. So we basked and bask in it. The lucky ones have the Code to a secret language and they can communicate with each drop of talent; anywhere around the globe, in any living room, or on any stoop. These lucky ones are musicians. They have this Code. But someone snuck me a spare Key. My spirit is intertwined to the source of music; so though it’s usually spoken, it’s as if I can merely Sign. I hope they somehow comprehend this with their senses. And remain my guardian angels.

Notes of Chocolate

The power of suggestion can create and destroy. Notes suddenly form on tastebuds when they are mentioned by the wine dude. Hurt hating thoughts can errupt from a mere glance. The power of suggestion is so intense that even it’s lacking can control. It can control thoughts, make me move, and make me stop. Stop. When it all Stops, it’s really all loose Ends. But I’m pretty sure Loose ends tie together to form a new beginning. And maybe the power suggestion can create hope even out of a mess; a funk. The power of suggestion. Inside my Mind. Equals…Will Power. And tonight, the notes are a pleasent sensation of cocoa. Cuz goodness also knows the power of Chocolate.