11:17 -
Met with some silvery angels today with my accidental alarm sleep through lethargy, wake to the sounds of radio writers communicating and jobs opening up here and there, oh look at this performance space with the crooked folk art and the attentive, smiling artists communicating convalescence, or a communion, even if unspoken, back to the corners of existence. One goes to Iceland, one plays music with his friends, the other doesn't know what to do with his eyes when he sings, up giving a presentation, what do you look at, close them, hide beneath the weight of the songs and let them grow out with a life of their own, beautiful raspy voiced poets and artists, the crowd of thrones and squeaky wheels, oh a guitar and the walk uphill, the words soft spoken and the songs sang and connected...
I sang two songs at an open mic tonight. There were many interest characters there to expand on some other time.
