My husband and I were talking earlier about a bunch of heavy shit. Music brought into the conversation - how there are times when it just...doesn't work. Can't fill that void - so frustrating.
And other times, like a needed injection.
The latter is one of those times.
Riding this wave of my beloved tunes, and balancing on the musical sufboard like a motherfucker!
(ironically, PJ's acoustic version of Alive here right now - so so perfect)
Gene reminds me a bit of Bill Murray. Something in the eyes - sadness, wisdom, seeing, but still laughing at the absurdity of life...even better, contributing to it.
My husband and I were talking earlier about a bunch of heavy shit. Music brought into the conversation - how there are times when it just...doesn't work. Can't fill that void - so frustrating.
And other times, like a needed injection.
The latter is one of those times.
Riding this wave of my beloved tunes, and balancing on the musical sufboard like a motherfucker!
(ironically, PJ's acoustic version of Alive here right now - so so perfect)
Release ... been played many times ... I've seen many times ... this ... well, this ... Indy 2010 right after a giant storm ...
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My husband and I were talking earlier about a bunch of heavy shit. Music brought into the conversation - how there are times when it just...doesn't work. Can't fill that void - so frustrating.
And other times, like a needed injection.
The latter is one of those times.
Riding this wave of my beloved tunes, and balancing on the musical sufboard like a motherfucker!
(ironically, PJ's acoustic version of Alive here right now - so so perfect)
Gene reminds me a bit of Bill Murray. Something in the eyes - sadness, wisdom, seeing, but still laughing at the absurdity of life...even better, contributing to it.
Bouncing here and everywhere! High adventure that's beyond compare!
This is my Gummi kitten!
It's an emotional song for me, beloved too.
Might hit that up shortly but for now, old Elton here.
DAMMIT, LISTEN TO ME GOOD!
A mad hatter amongst Mona Lisa's.
Funny to post this loveliness in particular with that preface, but again...fuck it.
Hope, in its various forms and paths, is far from lost. Takes a bit for me to get that, at times. But - it always comes.
And...will flee again, then return.
(typically when it's good and fucking ready
I've retreated (re-treated?) to this opposite end, for now.
May re-visit your clip later on
David Byrne! Love his energy here.
Fucking September!
Not sure if his voice or he himself gets me more.
Either way....no matter.
(hope to see the beauty that surrounds us)
This, just oh.
mind blown!
"cradle for the voice and the guitar"
Oh how I loved beautiful George, and still mourn his loss, much as I do my dad.
Yeah, get that sounds strange, but...fuck it.
Love is love.