The last time I spent a random Summer’s Friday night playing piano was about four years ago. It goes without saying that the term “rusty” would be a generous compliment. However, there is a comfort in finding chords and keys rising up from memories and sounding the same as they did so long ago.

I don’t quite know where to begin, I don’t know what I’ve been thinking and I don’t really know what to write/say. I feel that all of the sudden I realize that I don’t know who I am, where I’ve been or where I’m going. I find myself doing things that I don’t understand and then trying to drown myself in a sea of work and liquor…only to come up for air trying to understand why I can no longer recognize the person looking back at me in the mirror.

I’m thinking about moving out of the house and finding a place for myself closer to the city. Alicson would always call it a bachelor pad, but maybe I’ll take it more along Mo’s idea and have my very own fortress of solitude. While there won’t be any space for a piano maybe I’ll have to see if my fingers remember how to make tolerable sounds with the guitar.

I’m looking for my voice and my sound.

Death Cab for Cutie – Marching Bands of Manhattan
Belle & Sebastian – Sleep the Clock Around
The Weepies – World Spins Madly On
Adrianne – Adeline
Josh Ritter – Best for the Best