it feels later than the clock shows, thanks to falling back this past weekend. at the moment my ears are duking it out over two distinct sounds. one is the irregular delivery of high-pitched squeals coming through the floorboards from my eighteen-month old neighbor downstairs which, frankly, sound a lot like the wailing of a very agitated teenager in the throes of desperate sex. i was first awoken by these cries about a week ago and am hoping that the kiddo soon learns a new way to vocalize her wants and needs to the entire neighborhood.
the other sound is coming from my stereo - violin and cello and guitars and percussion combined on a record by the clogs called 'stick music.' what i keep telling myself: it does no good to fret about not having learned of a band years earlier when everyone else was enthralled. most of the time the right music will find you in due time, sometimes with a little external guidance, and the best part is that all that time you had no idea what you were missing. isn't it time you shared some recordings that you think are special with a friend?
i'm happy to report that as this post comes to a close all baby noises have abated and i'm left with the some beautiful music to listen to, as little monsters, witches, devils and maybe a hand-me-down shrek traipse around the block, hauling away treasure troves of fun-sized candies. here comes november.