Dear AM,
I left my bed this morning: the covers, the pillows, the cats, and the window filled with pale gloom sky, and turned on the radio to find this sound. It will be today's song of the day, and I thank my DJ for bringing it to me.
They say, and they are right, that it's the little things. I had no reason to be ambivalent about the beginning of the day, but I was, and the round, surfy sound of this song's guitar really changed my mind about what the day might bring. Remarkable. One look, one chord, one little bird flapping by and it's all worthwhile.
This kind of turning on a dime is something I'd like to invoke, or refer to, in making a painting or drawing.
