08.25.2010

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08.01.2010

I’m really not a fan of working on Sunday mornings, or mornings in general for that matter.  But my favorite part of this bi-weekly necessity is the drive into the city and up the West Side Highway, just driving and listening to some music, I have to make it to the studio in the 8am hour and because it’s Sunday there really isn’t that much traffic that early.  So it’s a smooth ride and since the weather is nice and warm I drive with the windows down and the moonroof open – my favorite way to drive whenever I can. :)

Today I was listening to the Blind Pilot album, 3 Rounds and a Sound.  A new friend of mine recommended this band to me and after watching a video or 2 on youtube I decided it would be a great thing to check out via emusic – my favorite source for independent music - mostly because it’s a subscription service that feeds my addiction to new (or at least new to me) music.

Anyway, I was driving so I was listening in a certain way, pretty much to overall feel of the album and I was transported to another place, which  happens with me from time to time.  Today I wanted to be on a wooden porch somewhere down south by a lake.  You know that house in the movie The Notebook?  The one Noah buys and restores with only Aly on his mind?  That’s where I wanted to be and I wanted Blind Pilot, or another folk or bluegrass type group – preferably made up of friends of mine – to be on the porch playing while i sat on the porch swing listening and singing or playing along on my uke. :)