The Insistence of Memory

I made it into the studio this evening. Not a great session. A recurring theme brought about by a lack of consistency in practice. Frustrating, but all is not lost. At least not yet.

I went for a stroll in the night to walk it off. There was a time when that meant wandering the streets at three in the morning. Nowadays we’re talking 9 or maybe nine-thirty. It’s dark outside, though, so that counts.

I’m now winding down the evening by listening to one of my favorite sad music albums. We’ve been melancholy together for over 30 years, the record and I.