I’ve been listening to the Mills Brother this week – which turns out to be a pretty good way to trick Pandora into playing Django Reinhardt. That relaxed guitar, pulsing across the darkness, as each note slithers off to finds its companion. Confident, effortless, brash. Phrased right to the precarious edge, like driving into a steep curve a little too fast. The Mills Brothers, on the other hand, glide so smoothly along the precipice, you barely notice how close you are to sailing into oblivion in their luxury saloon.
This was just a terrible, terrible week – though I know yours was far worse. My container broke, and that’s a fact. It was something little, but so arbitrary and unnecessary – like all the worst things that find the place you didn’t realize was exposed. We don’t do silver linings on this blog, so if you want me to cheer you up, well – you are doomed to be disappointed with this particular ramble through my mind.
The best song I heard was one we sang growing up – “The Glory of Love.” And another one that completely fits the world right now – “Til Then.” And, “Nevertheless,” which is just true. I don’t want to hope right now. I just want to know that I am not alone. And – when the world is through with us, we’ve got each other’s arms.
I’m putting them on the Playlist page. You’re welcome to listen.