Creepy tom waits songs remind me of taking middle of the night walks when I first moved to Seattle, and getting stuck in unfamiliar neighborhoods. Also of having shitty room-mates who made me want to take walks for 4 or 5 hours in the middle of the night to avoid coming home. So much can change in such a short time. It feels like yesterday was the first real fall day, and I was skipping rehearsal at Sandpoint to go to Bellingham, wearing pants and tennis shoes for the first time in months.
But yesterday was the first real day of spring, and I was sitting on the livingroom floor writing songs about bus stop romances that are not my own. We shall see what next season brings.
I was walking back to work from lunch today, and this guy stopped me on the sidewalk and said "I heard you whistleing yesterday. I didnt think people just whistled anymore. It was nice." That made me feel good. this makes me feel good, too.