why I am tired, in a Good Way


 I stayed up way past my bedtime watching the Punch Brothers play at the Living Room. SO. GOOD. I think it was my first Bluegrass Show? and I couldn’t take my eyes or ear off of them. They literally seem to move and breathe as a group, and there’s something really  theatrical about their skill and performance, the way each song is literally a journey, and swells and then randomly changes into a completely unexpected different song, all under the umbrella of the beautiful movement of the Song. What? I’m tired and can’t explain it. Just pretend you where there. I mean, Hurley from Lost was, so why weren’t you? (Hi Mary.) Okay, now I sleep under my desk.

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