June 2012
4 posts
"The Lion, The Beast, The Beat"
by my favourite, Grace Potter & The Nocturnals, live on VH1 Storytellers RIGHT NOW.
unreal. I was so stoked when they streamed her self-titled record, I had it memorized before the pre-order downloaded into my library. when I got my physical copy, I basically spun a hole in that cd in my old Mustang.
I freaked out when I got tickets to see her at the House Of Blues, & had insanely high...
placebo?
I haven’t touched my acoustic in a while. I haven’t been able to finish a song in even longer.
delicious inspiration. is it okay that it lives in my mind?
I don’t mean imagination; I have no shortage of that. or writing a story for the sake of creating a story. and I don’t mean embellishing truth. I’m positive it’s literally all in my mind. but we can trick...
it's not the first time I've written about...
and it wont be the last. something about the dark places in the sky where the moonlight is not just draws the words from my insides. i think they were harboring somewhere under my ribcage, and got stuck in my throat on the way out. but out they swim, into the room that feels like a night breeze, despite all the wool. they swirl around, and some of them strike my eardrums, and they find each other....
