Bierock

Singing along as harmony is probaly one of my favorite things to do in the world.
I was talking with a friend this weekend about how I never sing around anyone in Manhattan. Ever. It's odd because I have literally grown up with a musical family in a musical town. Singing for no reason is natuarl. Of course I realized that I haven't done this in the town that I've lived in for two and some odd years, but still it's odd and uncomformtable to me yet I still just can't do it. It's weird.

I have mastered the 'shape your hand into a cuplike figure, stick it out the window and use it as an air conditioner'. Mine does not work. Oh cars.

Pulling into the lane on the main drag, you feel that things should feel different. After being away for even a week, it's almost expected that the brief excitment you experience before just reaching that corner of seeing town should somehow be altered in some form or another.
It never is.
It's always that same old small town.
There is new gossip, well, old gossip with some altercations. No big deal or anything. The old chinese restaurant has a new name and the German restaurant has Italian on its menu.
I like being home. It feels natural. Everything seems right.

New Love: Alice Peacock

A lot on my mind.
A lot on my mind.
A lot to sort through.

I am really excited to sing with my dad tonight.
I have been looking forward to it for a long time.
We have some new songs, so it will be as much fun as a barrel full of monkeys.