belly full.

Good Evening. And yes, yes it is. I am in a way today. This new Dave Matthews CD is doing strange things to me. I am having bursts of creativity that are exhausting, but they just keep coming and coming. okay I admit it, this is the kind of worn out that I could get used to. My brain is on overdrive....The artist in me has awakened in a way that I have not experienced since I was a teenager and YET the perfect thing is, it's that girl - on the verge of 42. There is such a richness to my spark right now, It's like watching the leaves die and scatter on a perfect Autumn breeze, with the right music score, fluttering the changes melodically. I worked my ASS of today with Rachel after coming in the store in a flurried monologue. I explained to Rach in near hysteria, that as I drove into town, I choreographed an entire interpretive dance of the song Gaucho - it involves Emma and pleading, black leotards and blonde hairs flying. I haven't seen anything so creative so clearly, in so long. I then threw up texture and color artistry all over the boutique - a frenzied fashion statement. I was worn out from all the camaraderie, ease, laughter and good taste. By the time 7pm came I was dragging my over caffeinated ass about and my posture had gone from starlet to hag. I drove home listening to Dave and eagerly I might add, as I had been tortured all day long by Rachel who would not allow me to listen to the new Dave, because she was planning on going home tonight and really giving it a ear phone, trance like listen. I get it, so I conceded. FUCKING JACK JOHNSON won't give up by the way - no matter how many times we struck him thumbs down on Pandora, that motherfucker kept on coming. I got home rejuvenated somehow and decided first thing after kicking off my cowboy boots and throwing down my bag, to move all the living room furniture out of my way and dance. Yes dance, like I have not danced in years. Daveeeeee the things you keep making me do against my will. You know what I love????? The strength in my arms and legs. So strong and muscular, athletic and yet still so graceful. No matter how big my boobs are, no matter how strong those shoulders, I still can move like the air. I want to move like the air, don't you? The kind of air that you tilt your head up into, close your eyes and deep breathe. That kind of air. yessir. AT any rate, I danced until I was dripping sweat, my hips loosening like childbirth, my fingertips extending into infinity - I danced until I was soaked. And then, cause I am me, I took it to the porch and gave a show to the neighbors. And then I sat quiet and still and listened to the nuances and imagined Rachel listening to the nuances too. And then I got overwhelmed and had to write and say whatever it is that I just said. This album has me distracted and I can honestly say that I have NEVER connected to an album this profoundly, this immediately, this completely. Every track is significant, every track is a great conversation about something totally pertinent on my current state of mind. EVERY TRACK. I am not a normal music lover - go figure. I cannot wait until the next time I see Dave here in town. I am going to hold him and say thank you until I am physically removed from his person. Thank You Dave, thank you for contributing to my life so substantially, so sustainably. I wish I had more to say, but I gotta just listen again. You should do the same. So far tracks drunken soldier and gaucho and belly full are my favs. But then there is if only...and snow outside and mercy and..... Had to stop and go find my friend and then ended up at the bar getting my kid and mingling,then we took the long way home drove around cranking.....yes - the new DMB CD. I think my kids have grown up Dave too - wait I don't think - I know. If only I could have you just the way I want you...If only. great motherfucking song. My Bob song from this album... If only. ha. Goodnight lovers. I said I was going to bed early tonight. NEVER HAPPENS life has too much going on and I'll sleep when I'm dead. I ain't dead yet.