Music, not words
Sometimes I have a problem with expressing myself. It's good to have a blog to help me work through that, but still even writing becomes difficult. When I was a child I learned to be quiet, real quiet. I learned that records were an escape, with their hypnotic rotation of crackling orchestration; warm voices crying, wailing, hoping. For the last couple of years I've had to learn to be quiet again, because sometimes saying anything destroys all that is around. That's just the way it is, for me and a lot of people.
Today I'm thinking of Neil Young. Actually I've been thinking of his songs all weekend, but today I can't get this particular song out of my head. Heart of Gold. You know, Neil is an acquired taste. But once you get it, it goes deep. So, to all my Rust comrades, here's a song to share.