We closed up early tonight, and while I had planned to spend the night at my uncle’s loft to avoid driving to work tomorrow evening, I decided I wanted to sleep in my own bed. Lying on a mattress on the floor in the dark makes one feel pretty lonely. Which reminds me of that book, A Child Called “It” , about the mother who monstrously abused one of her sons, how he had to sleep in the basement or under the table, no covers, isolated from everyone else… just sleeping in a friendly, unfamiliar place in the dark brings me down, so I can only imagine the effect of his banishment.
I listened to Beethoven in the car. Lately, there are too many words in my head, so I don’t want any more in my music.
There’s an awkward sign on the front of a building on I-35 that says “BEDROOMS TO LOVE & SOFAS”. It’s like the sofas are shunned. Or they were poorly ordered, but gotta sell ‘em anyway. Neon paisley scratchy wool, ouch.
Feelings do count. I’m not used to seeing them as important even though they pervade my consciousness and guide my actions. Wow. Let’s give them some attention.
“Piazza, New York Catcher” (and most Belle & Sebastian songs) are great examples of how you can use very simple chords and even common chord progressions but make a great song with creative and interesting melody.
