.418 falling for myself

one, two, three, four | tell me that you love me more
sleepless, long nights | that is what my youth was for
[FEIST]

.131 day 114

at some point, an 8-track was considered advanced technology.

i try to keep this settle truth in perspective when drooling over new gadgets, but i'm human. evolution is involuntary. i can't even remember what i did with all of my old mix tapes. and once mp3 players and iPods came along, i rarely used my cd's anymore. so imagine the horror i faced when i realized my jeep did not have an outlet for an ipod. 

(i know. insert dramatic gasp here) 

so now it's back to making mix cd's. and it's actually pretty fun. i've missed my calling. for, obviously, i should have been a dj.

.110 day 95

"music is what feelings sound like"

(thank you, té, for such a soul-filled birthday gift)

.056 day 45

...and in the end, all that remains, is ones heART (so be true to it).

.049 day 38

eleven year old, tatiana, attempting to teach, toots, heart & soul (the infamous song from 'big') on her piano.

as i watched my baby hit whatever keys that tati, first played, then directed her teeny fingers towards, my chest tightened. she was bred in music. piano's, saxophones, drums, trumpets, voices, all heard up close, and trembling ever since she rest inside of me. her father, his band, sometimes playing into the wee hours of the night/turned morning, lips to my stomach, singing to our unborn soul while i slept. her very first night on earth, as we acquainted ourselves with one another, john coltranes, naima, serenaded us until daylight.

i smile now. toots still delights at the sound of music. raises hands to sky, stomps her feet, sways her quickly growing body whenever it's around her. and all i could think about, in this o' so serendipitous moment, was how very proud of her he would be...