Earlier I wrote about "Feels Like Rain," which Treme uncovered as the perfect song. It's the song for Katrina, but it was written twenty years earlier. It touches love, storms, all the things. The best songs do this.
All those late nights ago, I came home to the big pink house in NE Portland to "Maps," the opposite of a siren song- the sense that there is some reason to stay. Now, staying in, I hear the simple lyrics differently. "My kind's your kind/I'll stay the same."
The idea here was autobiographical exploration in the vein of Nick Hornby. These songs mark what's happening in by brain, across time. I subscribe to the idea that everything is a song (John Steinbeck). This medium is rich. It's not graphing so much as mapping- here is all the space, and on this space, here are distinct points, connected by interwoven experience, thought, feel. "Maps."
This is a blog, which started when I quit a job I loved, travelled by foot and train and car to Peru, eluding one destiny and learning to love another. I like to write about the books I'm reading because it motivates me to think more than I would otherwise. That said, I may take a break for a while.
Oh say say say
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