Violin

I stopped to listen to a street performer playing a violin this morning and it made my very bad mood a little better. Of course, I shared this tidbit with the peeps on effbook and a friend sent me this amazing article . . . old but very worth the read:

Pearls Before Breakfast
Can one of the nation's great musicians cut through the fog of a D.C. rush hour? Let's find out.

Gave me goosebumpers.

"If you love something but choose not to do it professionally, it's not a waste. Because, you know, you still have it. You have it forever."

They told me to be careful up there / Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair

It's been awhile.



I was lost in the lakes
And the shapes that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes

The mountains said I could find you here
They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in it

Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine

I was moving across your frozen veneer
The sky was dark but you were clear
Could you feel my footsteps
And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you

And with your soft fingers between my claws
Like purity against resolve
I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay
And came from the rocks for the earth to display

They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind rages through your hair

—Great Lake Swimmers / Your Rocky Spine