it's candle light time up on the Mesa. i realize i don't capitalize much. there's a smooth warm breeze tonight. unheard of...
this post was going to be about how more and more things in our lives talk to us. think about it. your Iphone, your cereal box, your laptop. much more than, say, a spoon or a wave. silence & skill.
Last century, 77 was the year I moved from New York City to Nice, France. I was seven. Now, I'm back in the States - California.
This track by the Slip is kind of an indie/redneck tune. But, somehow, the words speak straight to what's on my mind when I think of the years when I left NYC. Except for the vocals at 3'27'' that throw me off, it's a pretty damn good tune and the lyrics shake >> "Even though the race may never be won / I can lay like a dandy, get heavy in the sun".