When I've got something new to listen to, I dance around and feel happy. It's almost a high. I picked up Hawksley Workman's new album Between the Beautifuls today and even though I've only heard a couple of songs (car has no cd player, just a thing for my iPod...I KNEW cds were better!) I'm convinced it's going to be a good record. I've also been listening to James Blunt a lot, lately. Which is a bit odd for me, I thought. But a couple of non-single songs caught my attention and proved to be a pleasant surprise.

The weather around here is odd. During the day we get a little melt, the rocks on the sides of the highway glisten with barely melted water. The snow frozen to a crispy crust that makes me think of dangerous walks through the woods with no socks or shoes on. Or a deer's legs lifting up and putting down, very gently.

Now I'm home, CSI on in the background, A cold can of Fanta Red Tangerine beside me and some mushroom pizza. It was that or a hamburger which I figured would take too long to cook. I only ever wanted to sit down and watch some t.v. Too impatient to wait for thick red meat to cook.

Somethings will never change...

Labels: hawksley workman, music, music opinion