the whole thing

After dinner (it turned out really well btw)

I fired up Spotify - (not free one - yeah i suffer through the adds)  and listened to this album.

https://open.spotify.com/album/3tbEwZBvOPJFsY92FdW4mV?si=1OhyisCZTM-HykpLPqoFgg

So
fucking
good

Kind of funny, Gordon Bok was probably one of the most influential musicians outside of the classical stuff I listened to early on. Sure, moved on to some blues, the pogues, zydeco, metallica, rush, ska, fuck the genres covered with my CD collection are pretty complete. No fucking musicals those. fuck that shit. nope.  But Opera? Oh yeah, lots of that.

Greg Allan Isakov and this guy and the Avett brothers and Frank Turner... this shit's getting me through.

I'm sitting here at the kitchen table, rain drumming on the roof over my head, I can hear it over the earbuds it is so loud.

Not reading, not doing much, almost all the dishes are done. haven't seen anyone else in 30 minutes. Maybe they are asleep? Dunno.

Might hit replay on this last song on the album, could listen to it once more.

don't lose your guiding light - if you've got one

heddwch
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awe fuck I shouldn't have typed that last part of the last line there...  now i'm gonna be wondering what mine is and why i can't point out what it is, guess I can transform it by pointing out I really haven't lived my life, ever that way. Everytime I find something that draws me in, completely captivates me and motivates me and feels like it completes me, kaboom - it goes away...  like that story I told y'all about Scheel and my drawings. Listening to it again, "whatever light leads you"

I'm a tumbleweed from the desert of my birth, rolling along, makes me different i think more than most. And that's okay. I am here where I am today because I rolled along, from one thing to the next.

Amor Fati Motherfuckers