At Noon On Thanksgiving
November. Feels like time sped up and really slowed down for awhile, then sped up again. Thanksgiving? Mine was nice. Is there any other city besides St. Louis that plays on the radio Arlo Guthrie's “Alice's Restaurant” at noon on Thanksgiving? Had to listen to KSHE online to get my fix. Love how in my limited tradition of it I can put myself back in my parents’s kitchen or anywhere else I was when I dialed in at that exact moment on that exact day years ago. And it's always a peaceful smile kind of thing. So I hope you have that. I hope you have some tradition or thing that immediately takes you to a good place.
A great many songs are in development and showing signs of identity. It's nice to gain more confidence in writing about things that are plausible, using creative license. It's like if a song not about you is red and you're pink you can still attach to shades of red because red is what you're made of, after all. It's very empowering for someone to see all the reds in their pink - and only you know exactly where the red is in you. That's where the chills come from. There's a lot of beauty in finding things that are exactly you in things you thought you had nothing to do with. You know?
When not on the couch writing and playing and making - I'm on the floor searching for the beauty in an apartment parking lot.
Here's some more sunny Nashville from the Pedestrian Bridge. Sad this picture was taken at around 3:30 and the sun is almost down what in the hell.
Nashville, Tennessee, 2015. Photo by me