written 1/17/09

I’ve been listening to nothing but Journey for about three days straight. 

For the record, my favorite song is Lights, because it makes me think about all of the wonderful people I’ve been blessed enough to meet, about pairs of pictures, massive hunts for photobooths, and the indelible stamps left on my heart by these individuals that I’ve had the good fortune to encounter.

I mean, I understand my classic rock fetish.  I do.  It’s easily traced to my family, to falling asleep to the comforting sounds  of my dad playing guitar until the early hours of the morning, to when I lived with my uncle and he would play it after he got home from work, from midnight until about seven a.m., so I would go to bed to it, wake up with it.  I get it.  It makes sense, it’s reassuring, and it is pretty rocking.