beat up and battered around....
i like listening to music as an activity. that said,
crap. i missed jenny lewis with the watson twins at the dma. they cover a traveling wilburys song.
this makes me want to pick up my guitar.
there is memory, and there is a kind of feeling that a certain era of one's life has. i can remember the time when i was prolific, when i wrote songs and learned and created chord progressions. coupled voice with strings.
but i haven't felt that particular _______, that inspiration coupled with several things that lack words in quite this way in some time.
i feel half-crazy this evening, like anything is possible. perhaps i'll become a chef. a backup singer. a free-verse poet. a theologian. an author. a salsa dancer. a yoga instructor.
maybe i can fold all of those into one lifetime.