Songs are places.

I was just listening to the Tori Amos’ London Girls, which I’ve been attached to from the first time I heard it. It had just popped into my head and I decided to listen to it. I was listening, feeling it, and it seems like it took me somewhere inside myself that was familiar. It struck me that this is the feeling of our familiar favorite songs, they transport us existentially, magically, for a time.

This morning, I’m working on the concept for the Certain Frequencies book. I’m currently working to resolve the book’s identity crisis; I’m not quite sure what it’s about, so I’m just fucking around in the chaos until something clicks.