I’ve always had music. I’ve played piano since I was five, and I picked up a few more instruments along the way. I sing. I listen. I dance. I’m not sure how people don’t have music. I’m not sure how people don’t move to the music. I went to a show put on by The Chicks a few years back. The security guard in our … Continue reading I like to move it.
I have watched this often: it’s my new happy place. I’m gonna spread it on everything. Get inspired. Continue reading When it’s good, it’s good.
Streaming is a popular music-listening choice these days. You pay a monthly fee and get unlimited access to your company of choice’s library. They’re extensive, and most artists cross-post: you’re not indicating allegiance with your company selection. Except for Garth Brooks. It’s one of the reasons I added Spotify. Two, however, proved stressful. After months of running both, I finally cancelled my iTunes because I … Continue reading Streaming selections: what do I listen to?
What makes me laugh? I sometimes struggle to recall. Joy isn’t as frequent a visitor of late. The world is dragging us all down, and I have pesky depression in addition. Mental illness sometimes makes me laugh. I’m allowed: I’m afflicted. Politicians make me laugh, but not in a friendly way. That laughter is less joy and more derisive scorn. I laugh at game night … Continue reading What makes me laugh?
From Famine to Feast. 