Sunday, October 16, 2011

"Come on Skinny Love.."





There are some songs that are so gorgeous that it really is a shame they are only 3 minutes and forty three seconds long. I wonder how meditating that must be, to be able to write a song. I've been blessed to play any song I hear by ear. But I can't for the life of me create a song. I've tried it trust me. On piano. Guitar. Cello. It just won't happen for me. I really have a full appreciation for artists to create a truly beautiful song. Both lyrical and musically.

I spent an amazing weekend to myself. Running and walking a total of 14 miles in the desert and from my place to downtown and back with Gus. There was a fun motorcycle rally throughout the weekend. I leave my windows in my bedroom open at night so I don't have to have the AC on and hear that incessant hum sound. It was nice waking up to the sun and hearing the loud roar of motorcycles coming off the 111 right outside my front yard. I think I'm just desperate to hear any type of noise. I've grown too accustomed to the sound of sirens, people screaming, "I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU". There are no glass bottles smashing outside my windows. No homeless, incoherent banter. No sluts running up and down the main drag "woooo"-ing and laughing, repeatedly saying, "OH my GAWWWDDDD... I'm not ever THAT drunk". It's sad that that used to be my own lullaby to fall asleep to.

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