nothing til' the soundtrack starts

Last night I was reminded why you’re encouraged to trust your instincts. Even if it's just a matter of do I go out on a "school night" or not? I was reminded that a show can be much better when you’re not waiting behind a camera for the next great shot, or thinking about the chats, hugs and high fives that will soon follow. You leave the photos for your memory to handle and just pay attention to the words. I was reminded what my favorite singer/songwriter/man-about-town looks like when he’s really enjoying himself on a small stage, doesn’t feel forced to be there, isn’t exhausted from endless touring, is tanned and healthy. That was nice to see. I was reminded to be thankful for your right thumb. Whether you’re a spectacular artist or not.

And finally, I was reminded that none of that matters if you leave the one you came with inside wondering where you went with the rockstar and his friends. Because his kind of love, is what makes you love music and all things beautiful in the first place.

song o’ the day…anything that ends with “something like that” …