Young the Giant: I Got

Newest Memory

Tonight, on my walk with Stella, I made some new and fresh memories with an album. One of the things I love most about music is its ability to make you feel.  But as wonderful as it can be to turn on a song and be instantly transported back to being thirteen years old, or to that summer evening on Delmar, or the day I received my first record player and listened to my first 45...it can also be take me right back to that gut wrenching first heartbreak, or the day my dad moved out of the house, or the car ride home from my grandfather's funeral.

It's refreshing to find new music, it's like a blank canvas. I am free to make memories that can then be associated with said music from here on out.

Tonight's memories consisted of me singing to Stella as we headed down the street, breeze blowing in our hair(fur), sweating(through pores/tongues), and walking perfectly in sync. A simply lovely, new memory that this album will now always take me back to.

Today I heard the sweetest melody. It reached into my body and hugged my heart. Thank God for music.

Chandelier

What If?

What if I fall?

Oh, my darling, but what if you fly?

Cardiomega

I do believe that there are designated moments in your life where everything lands just so in perfect harmony that it causes a near heart combustion. A bursting of the heart, if you will. I live for these moments. If only we could consistently recreate and relive them. Evermore.

On days like today, I have to take a detour. Turn the music up, and take the long way home. Because I wish the ride would last forever. So we could keep singing.

Gold Crescendo and Silver Muting

if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is

because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting

of seatides

-e.e. cummings

 

Six Roses For A Fool

Tuck me in early
So tomorrow comes 'round sooner
And we'll take off into a sailor's warning sunrise

Could we have felt like that always?
You placed petals atop my eyelids
To make everything seem rosy

Cut me loose
Of this anchored and tamed heart
Teach me the art of not feeling
 

Queens of the Stone Age - I Sat By The Ocean