The radio is playing memories, not music. But in the end, I suppose they’re the same thing.
Sarah’s fragile, melodic voice settled low into the valley of the natural amphitheatre like the evening fog that was rolling in with the crowd. Continue reading
What breaks at daybreak?
Is it the darkness?
Is it the light?
Is it your heart?
Is it your fight?
No night, no matter how dark
can withstand sunrise
just as no doubt, however deep
can withstand hope.
Although I never quite achieved chainsmoker status, a few years ago, I did inhale considerable amounts of nicotine-laced smog in an effort to calm the thoughts in my head and numb them into a fog. I’ve long since quit but I’ve quit a lot of things since then. This song doesn’t have any hidden meaning or message, I just love the arrangement and the voices in this cover.
It’s September 11 in North America
so my news feed is filled with hashtag never forget
even though I’m already a day ahead.
I’m trying to write a poem about it
– that day –
and driving from Canada to California
but it keeps turning into a statement about war
that I’m not trying to make.
Except, I am, I guess.
My stepdaughter wasn’t even born yet.
She doesn’t know a world without
“The War on Terror”
or what it’s like to live
without taking off your shoes
at the airport.
So instead of a poem, here is a song – the first in a regular segment named Music Mondays by Captain Obvious – from a band who write about some of my other favourite subjects; feminism and gender politics.
Hey, look you guys! I wrote a thing and someone published it!