Writing down your thoughts, is like thinking out loud. Things crystallise. Serious, goofy, rants or praises. Just like a musical note disappears the moment it's played, so does the context of your thoughts, the moment they're written.
Today’s my mom’s 82nd birthday.
Even with her advanced Alzheimers, I’m glad she’s still here.
This morning, as every morning, I got up and turned on some music while making coffee. I had it on random, and the first tune that came up was Herbie Hancock’s ‘Don’t Stop’. It completely stopped me in my tracks. Haven’t heard this funky track in a very long time and it made me think of when I discovered this album and listened to it, non stop. I was about 15 and while my mom wouldn’t sing along when I’d blast Miles, Live at the Plugged Nickel - she would sing along, dance and ask me to play this Herbie track, again and again. For one thing, it goes to show you how hip my mom was - but that track also completely describes her.