Groove or Rut...That is the Question!

Hmmm... I think using the old photos risks becoming too rote. At least it's likable and not too awfully abstract. I suspect Dad's happy that I'm plugging along.

In the past two weeks, my father has given me 3 Leonard Cohen compilation CDs to listen to. It started with just the one. When he asked if I'd listened to it and did I have a favorite, my answer was "Hallelujah". There's a WHOLE BOOK dedicated to the interpretations of that particular song. So he gave me 2 more...

With no disrespect for Leonard Cohen's talent, my brain hurts when I listen to him. My father played nothing but his music for several years after my mother died and it just...drives me a litte nuts. Dad said he'd make me liner notes. I need at least a playlist so I can take constructively.

The irony is that my "Process" has moved me back to my Childhood Self. The more time I spend at Dad's and at Aunt Lil's, the more I become that Happy Kid. Maybe that's why I was able to give J.B. the Criminal such a sound Bitch Slap. I'm finally in the position of defending my Inner Child.

Well played.