Monthly Archives: October 2013

I Wasn’t Thinking About Thinking, Just About Getting Old

Have you ever awoke with a song already echoing in your mind? Maybe it was the soundtrack to your dream or the representation of your subconscious thought?

I have before; this morning was no different. The song was this.

On November 3rd, the eve of my twentieth year, the band Dr. Dog will be in Asheville, North Carolina, finishing out the set I never witnessed complete when I saw them in September.  (Due to “weather conditions” their performance was cut short, will I ever get over it?) A few days after they depart NC, moving on to play to more folks and maybe fulfill a young girl’s dream in seeing them, I will follow in their wake. I will then continue 18 months in North Carolina and surrounding areas without them and all other secular music.

However, the thought of them paving my way is comforting, and I know I will be alright.


Once Upon a Midnight Dreary

On this day 164 years ago, Edgar Allen Poe, the poet, author, and generally thought creepster (would you agree on that one?) passed on.

His death, a mystery still. The man, a mystery to me.

All I really know of him is as follows:

“I have faith in fools.”
He said.
He had faith in me.
and maybe in foolish poetry.

I had a roommate from Boston once.
Brown-haired Jamie,
with the sweetest laugh you’ve ever heard.
I wonder what Poe’s laugh sounded like,
Maybe a Raven’s cackled.
If he laughed at all.

A skinny boy I knew,
still know I guess,
Dressed as him in Seventh grade.
Halloween was the exuse.
But I don’t think the reason.

More credit should be given
He understood.
And wrote that one could love
than love itself.
When did Poe know
What I know to be true?
I’ll ask
One day.

In the Morning Time

I’m thinking there’s some quote floating around about things making more sense in the morning, (is it Disney’s Jungle Book?!) Something about those sweet, fresh, clear, first hours of the day that really brings clarity I think. Some of the most incredible and peaceful moments I’ve yet to have have been on the road, as the sun rose, and I traveled to a location I had not yet ever been.

And, though I may find these words folly, come morning, this song is one that has haunted me all day; morning onward. I had failed my driver’s license test that I waited about four years for, and the white of the first day of snow melted with my hopes.
However, there are so many more mornings, and sun rises, snow falls, and HOPE, to come in the (I daresay), quite near future. I plan to meet these head-on…

in the morning.