Sundays of Possibility

I think it's when I'm happy and stable and warm and safe and loved that I feel like I don't have anything to say except to note that I am all of the above. Could it be that I need to be itchy in order to scratch out my thoughts as if they were chiggers crawling just beneath my surface; words little red bugs keeping me up at night and never letting me settle in and simply be in a moment? I wouldn't be surprised. All that is to say I don't have much to say. My excuse for a post is a list of what has been buzzing through the headphones as of late. Lots of old and new...I just learned how to play "Hotel Yorba" on guitar which explains why it's back in rotation.

• Almost—Sarah Harmer
• She & Him’s “Volume 1” album
• The Moneymaker—Rilo Kiley
• The Greatest—Cat Power
• Hotel Yorba—White Stripes
• New York, New York—Ryan Adams
• Say What You Want—Rosie Thomas
• Heartbeats—The Knife
• There She Goes--Babyshambles
• Yankee Bayonet—The Decemberists
• "Escondida” album –Jolie Holland*
• Great Salt Lake—Band of Horses

* I dug out "Escondida" after a street busker was playing "Old Fashioned Morphine" while I was out to dinner and it got wedged in the head.

Football season is back and I am genuinely excited and not just because my fantasy teams are going to be asskickers; I love the Sundays of possibility. Hope springs eternal at least once a week during the season.