"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
Aldous Huxley "Music at Night", 1931
I love this song but I wish I'd never heard it. I listen to it often but wish I could forget it. I hear it but I wish it meant nothing. I hate it because it does.
Music is where your heart is. And sometimes, just sometimes your heart hears music far better than your ears.
Yeah...sometimes it's like that.
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The best thing about being me is that I have sang that song so many times that the last time that I really fokked it up this time was really, and finally, the last time.
Seasonal Affective Disorder? The Blues? Whatever ails ye, lad, remind yerself that at least you don't live in a trailer.
Jimmy Buffett
I'm always like this in the fall TJ. There's something wrong with it getting dark at 4:30 in the afternoon.
The approaching holidays when you're required to be cheery make it worse and I get claustrophobic when I can't even take the mountain bike out in the woods without getting shot at.
By the way...I did live in a trailer for a while in my younger days. You'd have loved it...if I remember right it was a '67 Fleetwood in a dumpy old park surrounded by crazy people. It came complete with crank-out windows that had gaps around 'em you could chuck a cat through and walls so thin you could hear the toilet flush in the trailer next door. Come to think of it...that might become a post to cheer me up.
If I can't ride, I might as well blog...
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