Tuesday, December 14, 2010

We are blessed and sustained by what is not said

I caught myself wishing I could push a button on my phone and make Joanna Newsom music come out. 2 or 3 times last week I saw giant white-laminate block letters the size of my head appear in the air, spelling the lyrics, words floating in one at a time as she sang them. When I was half asleep this morning I think I grabbed and hugged some of the harp parts from Have One On Me. I think I need to spend more time interacting with actual people.

2 comments:

daber ivrit! said...

Dear Phil,
Have you been hallucinating, or do you just have a very active imagination?
Love,
jo

Phil said...

Mostly the later, Jo, but it felt more like the former than ever.