Talking Heads,

All I know is since I was a kid, I’ve been listening to your amazing collection of music. I find it to be indescribeable, simply because I do not feel I have the right to label you. When I was younger, I used to run around in my dad’s Misfit shirts singing “Psycho Killer” “Take Me To The River” and “Road To Nowhere” not quite understanding the concept of lyrics. Music. The artistry behind your collective works. This love affair subtley influenced my love for David Byrne. Not only as a singer, but as a musician and an artist.

As I grew up and became more aware of your music, I also became more aware of your lyrics. “Life During Wartime” was one of the many forces that pushed me towards politics.

Tonight while I was driving home, I was listening to the album “Little Creatures” lost in the entrancing instrumentals combined with the harmonious and ecclectic vocals of each song. It helped the tension slip away. Not any tension from previously held company, just simple road blocks that have been all the more prominent in my head since after park jam.

Right now I’m wathing Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, helping put together a collection of contemporary sources that can be examples to those unaware of the inner workings of the system, which in turn is helping me learn about this as well. It’s kind of cool. I guess. Though I’m not very cool, so maybe I’m making it uncool. I realized maybe looking into the Marxist Literary Theory, let alone my own paranoia and suspicions… I can see political subtext in anything. Except for Food Network. That will forever stay somewhat holy.

I’m rambling now. Look at what “Life During Wartime” has pushed me through.

Winding down,
Kayla

P.S. – I Love Luna Lovegood.

Sunday afternoon,

If I had written this earlier, I could have written this as “Sunday morning,” and started with Maroon 5 lyrics.  ‘Cause well…  I really like that song and it’s my guilty pleasure.  I used to listen to this when I would get home from Devin’s on a Sunday morning as I was showering or making breakfast.

“ Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning”

Yeah.  Corny.  Terribly corny.  Though not all of it applies, the major points do.  But yet…  If I could create the perfect song about Sunday afternoons, it might happen to be about today.
Spending my morning driving through beaches and fishing piers, spending time in a place, one city over that seems so far away from everything back home.  Surrounding and throwing myself into crowds of people I do not know, nor understand, and inevitably head home, feeling fulfilled and full.  xD

Okay maybe I wouldn’t, but today was pretty cool.  And now I’m baking a Lemon cake with Vanilla frosting for Park Jam.

S.A. – You’re simple.  Relaxing (sometimes), and can play the perfect lead into a hectic week.  And this coming week will be most crazy.  I need to clean and start packing for Alameda/Santa Rosa.  Debate if I’m bringing my computer, because while I would love to bring it, it is becoming quite the hassle, (but I’m bringing 5 days worth of stuff, plus all my rinses for my mouth situation).

I’m getting off track…  This is about you.  I go from Sunday morning, usually tired – hungover – exhausted at church to the time when I can pass out on the couch, or go out to try and escape the heat.  I’m given a few hours to myself before meetings, kickbacks, or family dinners, and it’s quite nice to have that time and luxury.  Once I get a job, I’ll lose that.

For now, I’ll enjoy you and not take you for granted as I did before.

Thankful for the breeze,
Kayla