puppy snoofs
plant droops
kip shivers
first-appointment jitters
calmed by music and poetry
and coffee
puppy snoofs
plant droops
kip shivers
first-appointment jitters
calmed by music and poetry
and coffee
it’s interesting how
comforting
certain music is
like covering myself up
with a blanket of familiar sound
like burying my face into
the soft coat of a song i love
like holding myself
and the sound
all in one
safe
safe
place
listening to lofi
[with forever long
names
and descriptors]
and kip says
of the very first song
“i could make this”
and i say
“yes”
because they
could
and should
and possibly even
will
this vibe
of music
of cello and piano and drum
of experimenting with the strings
and riffing on the keys
and the steady, floating and capturing beat underneath
is exactly the vibe i need
for this morning
[let’s hear it for modern jazz]
vibing
with music
but not with
writing
[the plight of the creative
with too many outlets]
i often forget
that the sounds of the birds
can be my morning page music
and the crickets and wind and rain
can replace my podcasts
i no longer use perpetual sound
to block out my own inner voice
[that sounds like some kind of growth]
but i think i have now found myself using any auditory distractions
as literal distractions
from boredom
and i do wish i was more on board
being bored
for creativity’s sake
how can some songs
slap me in the face with memories
that i never wanted to see
again
and yet
some songs feel like
the best bear hug
from a friend
you haven’t seen in
ages?
the comfort/misery line
is razor thin
[and sometimes appears in
the middle of a measure]
but damn, these songs still slap
i still think it’s so interesting
that one of my absolute favorite genres
of music is 8-bit video-game music
[whether or not it’s remixed in some cool way]
even though i was not
at all
a gamer growing up
and even now
i
barely game
at all
just
rocking out
to some ratatat
[instead of writing
these morning pages
like i should be
like i should be]
as humans
we
contiain multitudes
and math jazz does, too