One thing among many things that keeps my scattered brain occupied is music. I could discover new music for hours. I don't have to pretend to be anyone else when I'm listening to something new to me, but old to the rest of the world. New sounds tickle my heart and make me feel as if I am complete. It's as if God is whispering in my ear, "I love you" a hundred times. Some of the music that I love the most is indie and singer/songwriter. I've been going through an Ingrid Michealson phase this week. Her new song "Parachute" has been stuck in my head and won't stop playing.
"Sort of" is one of those songs that you hear and it immediately speaks to you or defines perfectly some of the feelings you have been keeping inside. It makes it easier to express those feelings because you can just get lost in the song.
I think if I ever get around to writing songs, my style would be similar to hers. That or I'd attempt to write/sing like her. I'd have to get voice lessons first. Drat.
My favorite collaboration with Ingrid Michealson would be "Winter Song" with Sara Bareilles. I love Sara too, but Ingrid's style speaks louder.
Well, I've put off going to bed long enough. Goodnight.
