I heard a great singer on the subway platform tonight, which made me happy as it’s hard to do - I hate subway serenades because too often they’re forced on me.
I wished I knew someone in the music industry for him, and I would have bought a CD if there was one offered.  I daydreamed of posing as a fake industry person and convincing him to get a CD put together because, seriously, he should have one on him at all times.  That sounded like a prank my dad would have done at my age.  I wonder if he thinks all his kids are too tame.

In other news, when my brain gets quiet, I keep thinking about the guy who killed himself from Flat Rock, and I don’t know why.  It’s not like we were that close.  I don’t know.  His death - so violent and so sudden and so unexpected - I guess it made ripples inside me.  I don’t understand grief at all.

I hope wherever he is, he’s happy.

This below is a sad but beautiful song, and the only one I liked from the Paste Sampler CD that Lizzy gave me.

I hope wherever he is, he’s happy.