Feels like Sade’s “By Your Side” and I love every bit of that.
Vibing this morning. All the thanks to Toni + Babyface. Sidenote: Thanks for not leaving us to only one Braxton sister- Tamar is too much on most days.
Bach is how buildings got taller. It’s how we got to the moon.
My dream is still to have one in my bedroom. No, wait: my kitchen. By the woodstove. Friends and I went to the most fruitful antique shop in the county today and he had four boxes of records. Burt Bacharach, The Commodores, Gordon Lightfoot. I don’t even really care. Just to hear it spinning, a proper analog sound.
I was supposed to work through the night, finally sewing again it only seemed right. Then one break turned into two, then another, and then Miles. I’m not an afficienado, not of his work, discography or biography, but his voice is as distinct as it needs to be. And he can talk to me whenever, especially when my mind can’t figure out the right words to say.
Some people have lives; some people have music.