I believe I believe I believe // Everything's out to sea

So I whimsically bought the latest album from the band Blur. It is called 'Think Tank' and let me tell you something it is the cat's pj's. Like the melodies are something you'd hear if you took an African band and locked them in a room with laptops, guitars and drum machines. Which makes sense because I think they went out to Morocco to lay it down. But it has deep soul. Their lead singer/guitarist Damen Albarn sings so calmly, almost like a patient whisper. Behold:

It has very literally been the soundtrack to this recent fraction of my life. Like Wednesday night. Leaving work and 'on the way to the club', by route of song title and literal translation. That 'night before holiday that everyone has off' celebration thing that usually got swept under my sober rug. They should've changed it from 'Sharks Club' to '2001 Waterford Class Reunion'. It was all such a blur (no pun intended) and I was the sober one (again). Many familiar faces and a thankfully deafening environment as to drown out any attempts on the "how is school/work? & smile and nod". But any time blending into the flashing colors and pop music with friends is just fine and dandy like cotton candy. 'Ambulance' on the slow ride back.

This is the theory of our family T-giving/basically any major holiday: There are two types: the firestarters and the firefighters. Lately it has been the mom prodding my brother's girlfriend to the point where my brother throws down. It is much fun to watch, and then later the menfolk gather to put out the flames. I hope you had a very happy holiday.

'Good Song' as I delicately took my lunch in my car with a full, undisturbed shell of snow blanketing me. It has snowed!!! The real thing. And even that wonderful 'Hollywood' kind where it gently falls from the heavens and settles like an ivory sheet of cotton.

Even more so last night. Meeting with my cousin at her place and sharing memories and stories of the ornaments on her first tree in her new home. And driving through the downtown Lake Orion streets and the streams of lights. The retro bowling alley made us smile. This song probably doesn't match said descriptions of the album, but its notes are the words I would use to decipher my heart just then.

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