At 25:19, the whisper of golden silk
gliding above the rough-tongued reedy sax
and the spiky metallic brush
caressing them so gently
it never snags.
The first time I heard it I did not hear it at all. I was not prepared for it. I was too young and my parents did not warn me (I am going to blame my parents, especially my dad; I need to blame someone and parents always come in handy). It was not included in my folks’ small record collection. That is, if a…
I feel like a lot of people felt “off” today from what I’ve been told. Like conversations were random or faint, like not a lot could have been done about this “Monday” feeling. I got off the phone with her and she didn’t even let me finish. It bothers me that she wouldn’t let me…