songaday volume 3 #5

climb on in our fort of clothes

phew.
we played a rock show. it was great fun. yet another odd line-up, but a good one. i was powerfuly moved by the folks who went before us: zac and sarah (winchester, i believe). just beautiful beautiful music - this sarah simply has a sensational and honest voice like no one else. i could listen to her sing anything, anytime. then we rocked our craziness, which should have been grossly inappropriate after such niceness, but i feel like we did our own rocktastic job. the show was in good olde north 175, the classroom that i spent much of my four years of college in. it felt like magic to be there again. i love being in uncle monsterface so much. these guys are just incredible.

this song. is small and quiet. partly because i feel deeply tired (not is a bad way, just in a "doing lots and lots" sort-of way which is not at all mutually exclusive from songaday itself). but this song is mostly because i had a quiet song in me today. i felt it in there all day. certainly not a stone-cold rocker nor new wave sensation. but nice. and would have been impossible without the new proper keyboard. which is real nice.

okay. sleepy. thanks for coming to the show if you did, or we missed you if you didn't and come to the next one.

i like to make songs.
lovemarty