“For I have seen the nipple on your soul!”

why so curious?

I’m in a weird mood.  I’m having fun with it.  It’s probably vibrations of joy and contemplation from the recent Fleetwood Mac concert I attended.  It takes me a while to process everything I took in that night.  I’m also a bit stingy about sharing what I experienced.  (I’ll work on that.)  Here’s a gem:  After singing Gold Dust Woman, Stevie Nicks swirled into gold dust and faded to black.  The FX was so ingenious, I was compelled to turn and ask the nearest person, “Did you see that?!”  😆

I caught up on a few of my TV shows.  I can’t wait for season 6 of Grace and Frankie to begin (next year.)  I had a blast binge-watching it.  I started over with Westworld.  Season 3 airs soon, and I need at least one more viewing first.  The show is lush with depth and detail.  I’m learning so much about music from the soundtrack.  When I heard the instrumental cover of Nirvana’s Heart-Shaped Box by Ramin Djawadi, I gasped from being smacked by genius.  (It’s on Tidal.)

everything is connected

Now I need Amy Lee to record this song.  Just her and a magnificent grand piano of her choosing under a foggy spotlight.  And when you think it can’t get any better, enter Beyoncè singing the chorus and moving however the music takes her.  Their haunting harmonies on the next verse hold us hostage until Jay Z walks in and starts freestyling, and the beat surfaces and swells.

Freeze on a 360° image that slowly pans around, revealing all three artists in an intense moment of complete release.  Then resume at normal speed as they all meld into a beautiful, painful explosion of music so powerful it moves the world.  And finally, cut to me in the ER, and a doctor is yelling, clear!  Because my heart would explode like a heart-shaped box.  Heh.  Weird mood, indeed.  🙃

We got a fair amount of snow and some freezing rain on top.  It was knee-high on my balcony, yesterday.  Today it’s melting away, resulting in several icicles forming about a foot in front of (and above) the door.  The temptation to jump up and slap them away is more significant than I’m willing to admit this far into my forties.  Wait.  Dammit, ego!  Lay by your bowl!  I’d do it if not for the icy landing zone.  (I’m newly considerate of my hips years old.)  I’m off to band practice.  💜✌🏽

“I’m queen of the castle.”

spring flowers

I’m shakily maintaining while adjusting to changes in the plan for my upcoming trip.  It’s happening in stages starting with a near complete meltdown and working back from there.  It feels like coming to an unexpected and abrupt halt after coasting quickly.  I guess I acquired a bit of whiplash.  I’ve spent a good part of today reasoning with myself, and have finally convinced myself it’s a mere speedbump.

I can do this.  I need to calm down and start over.  My new mantra is:  If the music is still playing, everything is alright.  (I got it from the last time I fell while running with music.)  Sometimes being literal is helpful.  I’m going to play pinball on PlayStation 4 later to resolve the knot in my gut.  I had fun practicing with my band yesterday, but unwinding afterward was difficult.  I’d like to list my tendency to become over-excited on eBay.  I’ll even throw in a box of Hot Tamales (because yum.)

It’s nearly 70° F today.  All the snow is gone from my balcony, although there are still little piles from clearing the parking lots.  There are lots of people out walking dogs and babies.  The birds are singing outside, too.  It’s a comforting sound.  I also like the music of cars driving by with their windows down and systems up.   And an airplane flying by every so often.  Outside sounds lovely in spring.

I’m reading a fascinating book by Octavia E. Butler titled, Dawn.  It’s part of a near-future speculative fiction trilogy.  (I’ll try not to give any spoilers.)  It involves a group of humans rescued from the dying post-nuclear earth by aliens.  And the price they may end up paying for the favor.  That’s probably all I can say without giving anything away.  I’m enthralled and already ordered the next two books.

I think my sporadic pleas to the universe to send some aliens already motivated my choice.  I think I love books as much as music.  I was going to say, and that’s saying something, but then it occurred to me it’s saying nothing to anyone but me.  😂  I just cracked myself up.  I finished John Scalzi’s latest, Head On, previously.  I suspect it’s going to be a favorite among several stories in the same universe, much like Old Man’s War series.  I enjoyed the book.  It changed the tone of the series a bit from the more serious first installment; Lock In.  I hope that’s not a spoiler.  🙃

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor was another recent book I loved.  So much for my idea to curb my reading a bit this year.  I forgot why I even thought it was necessary.  😂  It’s not interfering with my writing or music, so it’s all good.  Oh right, it was something about sleep.  Over it.  I’m off to look for Coachella videos of Beyoncé on YouTube.  I heard excellent things.  😆