Monday, April 25, 2011


This morning, the light filtered hopefully through tiny droplets of rain as I ran and listened to Guster.
That album ("Keep it Together") has done a lot for me.  I was remembering this time of year two years ago.  I was about to graduate from high school, and my grandpa was in the final weeks of dying of brain cancer.
Every Monday after school I'd drive to Berkeley for violin lessons and youth orchestra.  The trip took an hour.  I'd get in my car, talk to God out loud for a while, then listen to Guster.
Those songs still hold for me a kind of peace or catharsis.

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