I've wasted the day. I slept at noon and am now heating up my tea. In a late and slightly desperate bid at domesticity I've put on Honky Cat. Delighted to find a Carpenters Greatest Hits I'd been searching for in the sleeve I pop that to one side, then sit at the chair in front of on my desk.
Elton John is the kind of thing you expert you'll grow into, but it's never entirely happened to me. I can appreciate the craft but they feel slightly like an ex's slippers. They make me think of the suburbs.I was never ready for the suburbs. I'm still not..
And then Rocket Man comes on and I'm stopped in my tracks by its purity and clarity. I think of a woman I know who said she loved it a few weeks ago when we were together , Her face appears in my head. I send her a text and a photo of the sleeve. Music at its best forms a connection between people. A bond. An understanding.
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