I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

Artist- Counting Crows
Song of the day- Long December

I wanted to make sure I got this most excellent song in before December ends. Oh Counting Crows how you make me miss Hollywood, the ocean and actually enjoy dreadlocks. As we hit the end of the year and prone to look back on the year maybe all the times aren't great ones, or worse, maybe we see all the times we weren't great. But the great thing about time is it keeps moving and there is a whole year ahead of us for things to get better, more chances for us to be better, to say things we didn't or take back what we did, to forgive when we couldn't or ask for it, more times and memories to have and share and hold onto. Or see the ocean, it feels like I haven't seen it in a while either.



A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving
Oh the days go by so fast

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven
I wish you would
(Na na na, etc. yeah)

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California
I think you should
(Na na na, etc. yeah)

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after 2 a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean
I guess I should
(Na na na, etc. yeah)

I am covered in skin No one gets to come in Pull me out from inside I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding

Artist- Counting Crows
Song of the day- Colorblind

When I was in undergrad I took a poetry class where our final was to present and deconstruct an author and one of their poems. Though I eventually picked Dorothy Parker and could go in to great detail about how she shaped my writing, I had put together an almost finished presentation on this band but pulled it at the last minute for fear of not being taken seriously. I'm obsessed with the magic behind how words can be put together in such a lyrical way to become a beautiful piece of art, a layered perhaps totally untrue tale that reveals the purest truths we maybe wouldn't see otherwise. And I hated poetry growing up and thought it was difficult with weird wording and unnecessary rhyming on purpose to make me feel stupid. But really I learned an instrument just so I could make all the bad poetry I wrote not sound as stupid when there was a guitar behind it. And most of the time it works. And I think with artists like Counting Crows if you just pulled the instruments away, what's left is some amazing poetry. This song describes such a vulnerable moment in people's lives. How so much of life is spent with these walls we put between us and everyone else. It's walls that grow with age of living in a world where we get hurt by people good and bad, on purpose or by accident and so we build and build cuz we think we're protecting ourselves...but this song is about that beautiful moment when we are ready to break that wall, to let that person inside. Those are the most genuine moments in life and they can happen at the oddest, most unexpected, sometimes scary sometimes filled with laughter but always cherished. I hope you have one of those moments today.



I am color...blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine