Also it's raining, little peppering pellets on my roof here, dribbling streams down my driveway, better than 100 sheep leaping over imaginary fences of my imagination.
Thirdly, and most importantly, the Advil PM I took. Its bad news to take 2 of these and then fight the drowsy. It makes for restless REMs and bad dreams. Believe me.
But I'm home for the first time in more than 2 weeks and I like the sound of the rain and I like the creaky silence of my house. And I'm trolling the web, discovering new music.
I spent a few years doing the singer-songwriter contests. Rite of Passage. Finalist in all the major ones. A few I won. A few I lost. [side note: I always felt like the goal was to reach the finals. The end result of who won and who placed 2nd and 3rd etc. just seemed sometimes too arbitrary to wrap my ego around and so I just decided early on to try to reach the finals, sing the best I could on that day, and leave the rest to the sky (and 3 judges) and smile and be happy for the results but not attach too much meaning, good or bad to the number at the end of the day--and when I've been a judge, I've done my best to pass that along]. It's been a few years, so now I watch from the side of the stage and remember the tremors. I usually can't watch a whole contest. Makes me nervous. I hated them myself and I remember I never did my best work in the span of a 2 song set with judges with notebooks in front of you not watching, but writing. Tonight, however, I thought I'd go and listen to some that either won or were finalists in these contests. The ones with the buzz. The ones where people say "Oh yeah, he's really great..." I wanted to hear them.
There's nothing like the goosebumps of hearing a really really good voice, natural and open and honest. And emerging. Someone who hasn't heard the buzz. Or has and isn't embodying it. It was a really really nice thing tonight to just be a fan of singer-songwriters, trolling the net, listening, learning, enjoying.
So Advil PM be damned. I got inspired. And tomorrow, maybe the midnight rain will have dripped some ideas through the ether of my dreams and I'll have something to sing about.