SoCal Rescue
a house in Laurel Canynon
full of Joni Mitchell records
walls lined with used books
hazy artists roaming the halls
&
the smell of slow burning incense
saved my life
**
Poopy Monday. I'm still tuckered out from staying up too late on Saturday night. 3am is waaaaay too late for me anymore. I've ceased being a party animal and while I still love to have fun and enjoy myself, late nights destroy me now. I spent most of yesterday yawning and fighting to stay awake so I would actually sleep through the night. I settled in really early, watched 'The Dark Knight' and passed out cold. I'm still a bit loafy tonight but it was worth it being able to help dear friends celebrate their engagement. I am going to treat myself to a few new episodes of 'Arrested Development' after I finish a second stream of Matt Epp's new record 'Learning To Lose Control'. It's MASTERFUL. I am FULL of goosebumps. I can't WAIT for his show in June. His work is so beautiful and soulful, he always inspires me. I always like to think of my heart was made of music it might sound like his work.
Just a wee poem today. To the point. Simple yet heavy. If you feel this poem, you know exactly what it means.
In propinquity,
Nic
PS - I didn't write much else today. I opened 'Hardscrabble' to correct a few typos and add a few bits just before my day ended. It's still in the front of my mind. I can't wait to write more!
