It was twilight. The tall trees canopied the deck and the sun darted amongst their leaves. The Connells came on... as if anything were different in here... such great lyrics, harkening back to such a long time ago. Mary Washington.
I can smell the bourbon and tobacco... so thick you can practically taste both. Tight bar, packed hallway, lines to the bathrooms. College. Beer and foozeball and coverage charges and $5 pitchers.
College. I went so many places .... Randolph Macon Women's College - traveling home every weekend. The music... The Jam, The Connells, The English Beat.
Miami University of Ohio. Clandestine romance and the FIJI house, heart wrenching distance from a hometown love, Billy Bragg, Thomas Dolby, Skinny Puppy.
Washington & Lee. Frat parties and late night antics, Fancy Dress and Jim Beam, torrid love affair and guilt, U2, They Might be Giants, LL Cool J.
Music. Time. So much intertwined. Love and loss and growth and the painful march of time, time, time.
Today, homework and soccer, playdates and date night, good wine and PJ Harvey, The National, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, the White Stripes, and the Connells, the English Beat, Billy Bragg, and U2.
Love and music.
Song. The lyrics are evocative. I feel transported.
Music and Love.
A face, a touch, gentle words, ephemeral moments.
Love, Music,Life. It is such.
1 comment:
i liked this a lot.
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