"Drove up to hillside manor sometime after two a.m. And talked a little while about the year I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her And its been a long december and theres reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last" ~ The Counting Crows, A Long December
My latest job involves a lot of driving (heck, the job itself IS driving), and when I drive, I often find myself lost in thought. Sometimes it's about a creative thing I'd love to get off of the ground, sometimes it's about something going on in my personal life, and sometimes it's about where the next donut shop is so I can get a coffee.
Tonight, the topic of my scattered thoughts, was the last year.
I'm not sure what exactly led to me soaking in thoughts of the last year, of the failures, the successes, the hope regained and the hope lost. The bitterness of decisions made, the sweetness of others.
Only because I didn't want to be dragged along in part time until business picked up.
I've gone through the cycle, sadness to despair to anger to more anger.
And despite my lack of knowledge of the Grateful Dead, I heard this song on the radio today, and had to smile:
Must be getting early, clocks are running late. Paint my love a morning sky, its all cold. Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains I dont care, but its all right I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
I see youve got your list out, say your piece and kiss off. Guess I get the gist of it, but its all right Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way. Every silver linings got a touch of grey I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
Its a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves The abcs we all think of, try to win a little love.
So I cashed in a store credit at Borders today, and picked up a new CD. I haven't gotten a new CD in a while, and I figured since the credit was from a gift, I could get away with trying something "new" and not really feel much guilt.
For a while, since I've been on the Danielson Famile mailing list and a subscriber to Relevant Magazine, I've been hearing about this folk artist with a funky name making waves in the underground. The artist is Sufjan Stevens, and on a whim I looked for his name in the CDs (Life After God by Douglas Coupland was my first choice to use my credit on, but I would have had to special order it), and found a stack of three or four albums by this guy.
My credit was equal to the cost of the album Seven Swans, and since it was the newest of the choices available, I grabbed it and didn't look back. (Although I did make a detour through the DVD's while chatting with Michelle on the phone - I was thinking the Donnie Darko Special Edition …