Monday, December 12, 2011
Every now and then
Every now and then I get feeling flat and mechanical. Something is wrong, but I'm always too damn stupid to figure it out. Finally I catch on.
Music.
I tune the radio away from the endless nattering of Syria, carbon, Russia, carbon, Newt, carbon, Geithner, ca
Hit the jackpot. The local all-classic station is playing Dvořák's Serenade For Strings. All my muscles loosen, all my neurons soften up, my tear ducts pop open. Just pretty much fall apart for a few minutes.
Yup, that's the medicine. ¶ 7:06 AM
Music.
I tune the radio away from the endless nattering of Syria, carbon, Russia, carbon, Newt, carbon, Geithner, ca
Hit the jackpot. The local all-classic station is playing Dvořák's Serenade For Strings. All my muscles loosen, all my neurons soften up, my tear ducts pop open. Just pretty much fall apart for a few minutes.
Yup, that's the medicine. ¶ 7:06 AM
