I don’t know what folks here think about things like this … but I’m going to post it ... as I don’t believe I’ve ever been a fluid fitting part of the flow here anyway. 

The family is [all] home.  Everybody with their own commotion as well as mutual moments.  We’ve been listening to this list of songs on a perpetual loop, a couple/few times through so far: 

Child in Time • Deep Purple

Damian Rice • 9 Crimes

Dan Kelly • I’ve Been Moved

Swallowed by the Cracks

A Rock for the Forgotten

Rivers Gonna Rise

Swimming In The Ocean

Heroes • David & David

Good Times

Hello Mary

Liberties, Lies & Refugees 

In The Morning

Stranger

Why

Paddy Chayefsky’s Dead

The Got No Shotgun Hydrahead Octopus Blues

The Waiter Song

China Lake

A Brand New Morning

Born For Love • David Baerwald

Castellorizon • David Gilmour

Damian Rice • Cold Water

Ebudæ •  Enya

Try it sometime and see if you don’t find yourself and yours in a pleasant state.  The genius of David’s music makes it an acquired taste; me first, my bride second, our 17 year old next, and finally our 15 year old who had the hardest time adjusting to David’s voice for some reason (calling it too country … heheh).  So here in our house it’s become comfort music (even with the lyrical content that cuts, loosely binds one wound, and cuts again) as we hang around common rooms … or settle into a glass of red wine and a good book (if you can read and listen to lyrics at the same time ~ which I can sometimes, and often find it to be a greater means to conceptions ~~ coalescing in the complexities of both mediums).  Of course the lyrics are not an escape from the woes of the person or the world, & probably better that way, but the sounds, the songs, are a respite which has always been indefinable to me, the way it’s all so percussively easy on the ear and excruciatingly soothing, …and provides ambiance warm enough to segue the lot of us into the night without too much of a heavy heart.  Heavy, heavy poetry moving north or south inside a melodic vehicle like an old Olds convertible on the late-summer coastline … getting from there to here and back around again in slightly uneasy comfort, as all comfort is slightly uneasy anymore. Not unaware of the hardships all around but not feeling desperate about all of it just now either.  Anyway, here beside the huge distance between all of us and any Baerwald who really knows where David Baerwald is coming from (or not), I just wanted to share this one … I don’t know … reflective moment in the lives of four  people, mother son, son, father, chillin’ round the house @ the close of a pretty good Tuesday, and the soundtrack we’re moving to tonight. 

(don’t wana take the time to spell or syntax check this for run-ons & superfluous thoughts; just want to post it before the feeling’s gone. [FWIW})

…(the song right now is… Born For Love … nearly back around to the top again…) 

 …G’nite