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A COLDER OCTOBER, OCTOBER 16, 2018
I don’t remember a colder October.
Nature’s real lessons – love and loss and longing – echoing yearly. Simple trees and simple leaves. Temporary slumbers; predictable, patterned, withdraw with a promise of likelihood. Coming back, coming back stronger, maybe reaching a little higher.
Occasionally, that’s not the case. Of course, majestics don’t worry about that. Perhaps affording optimism in squirrels and birds and other creatures. Although seeing fit to plan, return rote expecting rejuvenation. Coming from another season’s slumber, they lumber; sometimes dumbfounded when the memory is bare or barely there.
Much like those times you thought you were growing straight, turned twisted in time, searching for the sun. Vital pieces fall away, hacked, splintered, struck by lightning. How it happens; endless possibilities, all still no less of a shock.
So, I welcome the colors, and I welcome the lack. It’s part of the process.
Lightly suffering through another falling season. It only seems ok because I’ve been here before. Somehow now it’s easier to see. There are no perfect trees.
I don’t remember a colder October, or colors that faded so fast.
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I’m not 100% a silver-lining gal, but, in my book, there were a few good things to come out of last year.
One huge plus: Music makers making music.
I’ve been keeping some melodies to myself. Selfishly.
I think. At least that’s how I kinda feel about my hoarding/delayed sharing.
Sort of. Anyway. I’ve been digesting daily, ruminating repeatedly.
This here’s just the first of those COVID+’s I’m letting go, now. Because it’s a lot newer, and timeliness may matter.
May 28th, to be exact. Took a little longer to get to me; across the ocean.
Monday, May 31st at 13:05, to be exact. Through DHL, happily, and not some other hack-way delivery service that likes to leave packages places other than my front door or porch. (Yep, off track.)
Speaking of off-track, one of my favorite total freak-out fan-based things is B-sides and outtakes and the ‘what might have been’ of songs: mining the creative process and good humor.
Actually, there’s no mining when it’s handed to you on a silver-platter, or in this case, on a pink CD.
And, tempting packages for pre-order. (Dec 2020.) Bundles of every conceivable which-way, of which I chose:
CD: Fatal Mistakes
CD: Outtakes and B sides
Autographed insert (fan-girly, but it’ll look lovely in my office line-up.)
T-shirt. I probably didn’t need the t-shirt. Well, to be honest, I completely didn’t.
Don’t worry about my overstock. I’ll take advantage of the situation by off-loading one, holey, faded, stained monstrosity that I would never wear in public. Not even to the trash bin.
The kind of thing I’d only ever wear to cautionlessly paint or forcibly succumb to gardening pressures (if I had to.)
Hmm. Maybe I’ll keep that old one as a designated, doing messy, things shirt. Because I abs won’t mess in my new one.
If you’ve been trooping along with the band’s progress posts, you’ll have seen a few videos, heard a few previews of the floaty-sounds radio airplay will make, for sure.
If ya, haven’t been following, it’s not too late. The moral of the music is that you can go back and do it again – 20 years later. Successfully, wonderfully. Barry, bonnie, lovely. Platinum worthy.
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(Or vice-versa (3, 2) if you adventurously need an introduction to humor and the band.)