There is something about records…
Like coffee percolating…
You have to turn it over.
It’s enough to make you slow down and dance in the kitchen with your wife.
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Granted, marriage isn’t perfect you know.
You have the nights where you have to get up and sleep on the couch. Because the love of your life keeps kicking you. Or they’re a sauna that just keeps burning.
The dog comes and checks on you, just to make sure you’re ok. But then he goes back to his three blankets and a pillow top.
You’re out here on a stiff couch and a pre war blanket that barely covers your ankles.
But you love them. You chose them after all. And records have a way of reminding you of those choices. If
you let them.
Everyone talks about life being so hard. About writing being so hard. About work being so hard.
Just get up and do something.
It’s good to work.
And it feels great to have made something.
Marriage, it’s live rounds and fox holes. It’s hot summer nights. But what did you expect? You expected one person to be absolutely every anchor and every little thing… to seduce you and keep you and entertain you…
It’s good to have a friend
It’s good to dance in the kitchen
It’s good to slow down
It’s good to wake up next to the one person who knows your middle personality
And loves you anyway.
And it’s good to be there for someone else.
It’s good to be selfish
And unplug from Netflix
And everything else
It’s good to just be alone in a world
Where things percolate
And take their time
I think maybe some people find it difficult to be that quiet and together. They are afraid of what they might say or see.
But there it is…
like the side B of a relationship
waiting to be turned over….