I dreamt I was at some music venue in a small northern town and wasn't sure how I got there.
...or why, but the fella who was singing and playing guitar was playing a song that I recognized from a different Canadian artist, and I wondered how they had managed to find that song. Which, of all things, was named Tennessee, and not about anything in the north.
As for the seasonal reflection, the weather outside is typical blustery winter blues; mid-thirties, rainy, windy, all around grey. Way to make an entrance, December. Guess it's time to stay in and write music.
...or why, but the fella who was singing and playing guitar was playing a song that I recognized from a different Canadian artist, and I wondered how they had managed to find that song. Which, of all things, was named Tennessee, and not about anything in the north.
As for the seasonal reflection, the weather outside is typical blustery winter blues; mid-thirties, rainy, windy, all around grey. Way to make an entrance, December. Guess it's time to stay in and write music.
