I sitting here at Anelace Coffee with arguably the best mocha in the Twin Cities, a bittersweet cookie, my laptop bag, and a pile of tissues all on the table. It turns out my chest cold is actually pneumonia, luckily a quick trip to the ER (my regular provider was not available) got me my diagnosis and my prescription. I am already feeling better which is great.
Anelace is packed, a friend stopped in and then turned around as there was no place for them and their friend to work. I probably should have moved, but hindsight is always 20/20. I am currently rocking out to John Mark McMillan, who is the rare Christian musician that I would actually recommend to anyone. I want to be clear about how rare this is. I barely listen to Christian music and when I do it usually is worship music which is very specific to the Christian tradition. John Mark just speaks to the human experience, and it helps that he has a bit of The Boss in his style. Here is my favorite Love At The End:
And since we are talking about someone that sounds like The Boss we need to listen to the best song by Bruce, 41 Shots:
Gah, I love good music. I love it's ability to sooth, to energize, to connect you to a memory, to motivate, it is just plain powerful. My friends and I were chatting this morning about Hip-Hop artist like Chance The Rapper and Kendrick Lamar and the power that their words carry these days. I was just listening to the band Guster who I was introduced to just before I moved to Minnesota, my sister made a mix CD for my cousin Alec and I for our road trip and half of it was Guster. Hearing those songs brought up images of that road trip, our stop at Rocky Rococo's in Madison, WI, the sun breaking through the clouds. It's amazing how music can bring back visual memories.
Just so it said there isn't a theme to this blog post. I am mostly just writing to write which actually is the point I guess,
See, I am contemplating writing a memoir, and blogging is kind of like exercise. The more I write, and the more I work on writing creatively the better my attempt at a memoir will be. I am reading a couple memoirs and the authors are so good at putting you in their shoes that the idea of trying to attempt that is pretty intimidating, but if there was ever a time for me to think about my life and tell people about my life, it is now.
You folks seem to like my little assignments so I will leave you with one. Listen to an album that moves you, either to dance, or to cry, or just to feel good. Grab a beer, or a coffee, and listen to that album all the way through.