Two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room. I'm a man of means by no means. King of the road.

Finally back in New York after a wild journey that included driving a 22' Penske truck loaded up with all my belongings from LA to Milwaukee with my pops riding shotgun and trading off with me when I got tired.

And now I'm just in my office, getting caught up on work and finally starting to really feel this Bat For Lashes album, that at first, I really didn't care for but which currently has me under its' spell.

http://www.batforlashes.com/

What's the use in dying, dying, if I don't know when.

It's my dad's birthday today.

He turned 65 and according to a telephone conversation with my mom, 
apparently he has flown down to Florida for a fraternity reunion event of sorts.
Tried to reach him on his cell phone, but no luck.
He's not one for that kind of technology.
Was hoping I'd get through to him though.
Miss that man.

And last night I dreamt of being back in Los Angeles, driving around.
I actually miss that city, though I lived there so shortly.
I think my body is having a slightly hard time adjusting to the colder weather and really craving light.
Perhaps partially due to the fact that I am working in an office most of the day, save for breaks, and finishing up every day when it is dark outside. 
Can't wait for spring.

Listening to this album by Here We Go Magic right now.
Amazing stuff.
Right tone for the day.
Kind of melancholic, yet oddly hopeful.
In this track, his voice reminds me of Paul Simon's a bit.

 

Also, saw School Of Seven Bells last night at Le Poisson Rouge and got to see my old pal, Sam Ghostly. Good times.