I’m not entirely satisfied with what I’m writing. That usually means I need to JUST KEEP WRITING. But instead, I’ll pick at it and tear at it and delete it and otherwise freak myself out about it. Did that today while listening to these:
Elton John, self-titled, which I’ve probably written about on here a couple of times before; Elton John, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, which I heard for the first time LIVE in what I often say is the best concert I ever saw, and maybe it was; and Norah Jones, Feels Like Home and …Featuring Norah Jones.
Seems like a sad lack of Elton John, but I have several of his albums in iTunes and maybe I still have some vinyl, but I don’t think so. The real moment to pause and appreciate is that I finished the “A” to “J” binder!
Which means I’m now in the “K”s, and I did hear one before I stopped writing for the night.
Kicking off with Kansas, Super Hits. I think I may have picked this up on a road trip with Debby because she loves the song “Dust In the Wind.” I’m not trying to disrespect Kansas, because I saw them live, too, when I was in college, and it was a good concert. But I have to wonder. Hypothetically speaking, how freaking high was I were people back then to sit and listen to hours of synthesizers and think, this is good shit what fine stuff, and we whoever wasn’t even talking about weed life?
In other words, I’m kind of glad there’s only one Kansas CD and it’ll be some other “K” artist or band tomorrow.
Rest well, friends. And don’t do drugs. Unless you’re about to stream some Kansas. Highly recommend.