Thanks, Sara. I’m sure I would enjoy Geddy Lee’s book, “My Effin’ Life”, but I have some kind of mental block holding me back. (You wouldn’t believe all the mental blocks I have to maneuver around every day.) 😊
I feel certain that you have reached the Center of the Universe! I depend on my GPS, as I do not have a gyroscope in my head. If I'd seen this sign, prior to GPS, I would still be parked there, totally lost in a traffic jam I would have caused.
I have always imagined the Center of the Universe to be a Shangri-La kind of place. But, it was just another neighborhood like all the others around here. It was a bit of a let down . . .
Listened to Traffic. I LOVE IT! This sound so much like my dad's jazz band between his gigs...just warming up the band. I could listen to it for hours. No matter what happens to us inside, no one knows or sees how we feel. But we see and feel it in these lyrics that are hitting all around us. But, in the end, no one can steal our spirit...as much as these things hurt that we carry...no one can steal our spirit. The music is melancholy. It brings out my lonely sad, and makes me mad...but no one can steal my spirit. And when the music is over, I just long for the next tune to make it, that I can't have, go away.
Please get yourself to the library and find a new book. I'm glad your glaucoma got caught in time!
Thanks, Sara. I’m sure I would enjoy Geddy Lee’s book, “My Effin’ Life”, but I have some kind of mental block holding me back. (You wouldn’t believe all the mental blocks I have to maneuver around every day.) 😊
Great read!! Thanks Norm!
Why, thank you, Marguerite. I’d blush at the compliment if it weren’t so darned true. (Just kidding.) 😊
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I feel certain that you have reached the Center of the Universe! I depend on my GPS, as I do not have a gyroscope in my head. If I'd seen this sign, prior to GPS, I would still be parked there, totally lost in a traffic jam I would have caused.
I have always imagined the Center of the Universe to be a Shangri-La kind of place. But, it was just another neighborhood like all the others around here. It was a bit of a let down . . .
It was either very sad...or brilliant! Sure made us think, didn't it?
Listened to Traffic. I LOVE IT! This sound so much like my dad's jazz band between his gigs...just warming up the band. I could listen to it for hours. No matter what happens to us inside, no one knows or sees how we feel. But we see and feel it in these lyrics that are hitting all around us. But, in the end, no one can steal our spirit...as much as these things hurt that we carry...no one can steal our spirit. The music is melancholy. It brings out my lonely sad, and makes me mad...but no one can steal my spirit. And when the music is over, I just long for the next tune to make it, that I can't have, go away.
I believe the best music, and the best writing, makes you feel . . . something, anything.
Absolutely!