( musical interlude )

I often throw an old William Fitzsimmons track or two on the shop mix and it hits me like a wave of outer space peace at an unexpected moment of a ridiculous day.  Is it weird to be comforted and calmed by a depressing song?  One of my best friends once told me I have a melancholic personality.  I never studied that strand of Personality Typing so to this day I'm not for sure sure what she was telling me -- (I should look that up) -- but I always remember it when I'm richly encountering a sad song or an Anglican flavoured church service in a minor key or a bleak landscape or a grey day...  

My last entry was about crossing paths with things in dark places that you probably don't want to... but I think there's a lot of treasure to find in "dark" places as well.  Some of my best spoils have been procured in voids and chasms many would dread to enter; ones some of me wants to forget -- expeditions gone awry... several I had no choice in taking.  

I don't think it's bad to be kindred spirits with melancholy pieces of this world.  They're some of the most honest things you'll meet. 



for those who have ears to hear