On the joy of isolation, even in December

There’s a higher amount of awe I feel when the crazy/good folk at KEXP decide that what the morning show needs is a set of tracks focusing on isolated vocals.

Grace slick., White Rabbit.

Under Pressure by Freddie Mercury & David Bowie.

Starman by Bowie.

Blondie on Heart of Glass.

Quintessential I guess it’s the term. Slides into the space between my brain & skull, & just glows with joy.

So, the next day, another pause while in car line – a visitation, a repetition of the parts we know to play. A play. Like “Lizard Boy” which is going to Oregon next June. That has music, which I hope the kiddo takes an interest in; think he’s getting two music players from God-aunt Celia has sent. Zoot!

So, we arrive at the pre-beginning of the next year; a year of some importance I suspect. Care to guess how it goes, how it’ll end?

Ciao, Scott