Sometimes as I pull out my journal, after having my coffee, I ask myself am I pretentious? What pulls me into a Starbucks, as opposed to Tim Horton’s, has to do with music.
At Starbucks I don’t have to listen to one of our many, annoying top 40 stations, and what passes for banter. I also get to hear instruments like guitar, and most importantly vocals. No acrobatics just singing with genuine emotions.
I scribble away, clearing the debris left by years of ‘can’t’ in my life. Sometimes the perfect song comes on, and I let it take me where I need to go.
I don’t have a song today. Every time I blog by phone, I consider it practice for my New York trip. (Yes, I am going.) My thumbs need the practice. Now for one last swig of my coffee to greet the coming week.