So I have been all about acoustic listening the past couple days, it may have something to do with getting amazingly hooked on these live Simon and Garfunkel recordings courtesy of my mom. It’s a how-to of harmonies, subtle and deep and full of perfectly contrasted counterpoint. Thinking singing any of these solo would require some melodic tampering  – they don’t always sound right alone which makes me fascinated to learn how the parts were found out and written. 

The urgency in this song, it is so palpable. Then I am reminded urgency is a manmade creation. So while I’m sitting here among crazy amounts of notebooks and Word documents fretting over where to begin and what to put in and what to leave out and why should I even bother when I am simultaneously figuring out how to sustain the part of my life that I am fortunate enough to get paid for, all I want to do is play my guitar and figure out how to sing all these songs though really I should just remind myself there’s only so many hours in a day, a week, a life, to accomplish all these many things and brain cells need rest when you’ve been siphoning them every which way you possibly can and oh god I think I just need a dreamless, soundless sleep. 

“Time,time,time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.

I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside’s
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned.

Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That’s an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.


Look around you,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It’s the springtime of my life…

Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?


Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Look around, leaves are brown, there’s a patch of snow on the ground, 
Look around, leaves are brown, there’s a patch of snow on the ground, 
Look around, leaves are brown, there’s a patch of snow on the ground…”
~You Remind Me of Home 
Ben Gibbard, Home