thoughts and a song for you tonight.

I think that I like weather reports very much because, in a way, they are a small glimpse of what my life will look like in the future.

And yes, I realize it’s the very near future–and a faulty prediction at that. But, still. At least when the ladies gather round me in the church bathroom, pointing their questions at me like it’s some kind of hold-up, I will have an answer. I will smile and say, Oh, I am not sure how, exactly, I will be spending my time in the fall, but I do know that it will be in the low 80′s and sunny on Friday, so I will most likely go on a run in Fair Hill.

And then they will stop looking at me like I have no plans. Cause a run. Outside. In warm weather, baby.

And don’t worry, there haven’t been any hold-ups in church bathrooms since I discovered the private bathroom in the nursery. And if that bathroom isn’t a picture of God’s grace, I don’t know what is.

Okay, I guess a lot of people would mention Jesus. And a cross. But you gotta admit, that small, private bathroom is pretty darn good too.

And speaking of good, I’ve got a good quote for you. A bassist who was kind enough to play with me and Shane today said it. But before I tell you what it is he said, let me give you some background. Shane had heard from a trusted source that this guy was a very good musician–specifically, a bassist. So, Shane asked him if he wanted to join us as we played this low-key gig today at the UofD Trabant building, and the guy accepted. Shane gave him a cd of his own songs to listen to and arranged to meet him at one, right before our one-thirty start time, in order to go over some more songs with him.

Well, Bass Guy didn’t show up until right at one-thirty. And when Shane asked him which songs he was familiar with from his cd, he had a blank look on his face and managed to say something about none, really.

Great.

And then Bass Guy proceeded to play with us in such a way that you wondered if he was even listening to what we were playing at all. We were playing folk/indie; he was playing straight up blues. We were playing an Eminor; he was playing anything but. We had ended the song; he was still going strong. It was pretty awful. Finally Shane thanked him very kindly and told him that we were gonna play the last songs with just the two of us.

And the best part? Right before we started playing–and after he had just totally missed any and all the time alloted for us to practice–he said, “Think I can handle anything you can throw my way. Also, I wouldn’t mind you throwing a couple of solos my way, either…”

Hilarious.

Oh, and here is a song I just recorded tonight. It’s called Tryna Remember My Song. Listen, if you like.

tryna remember my song*

*Thanks to my friend Peaj who did some fancy editing that got rid of the silence that ensues from the time I press record at the back of my church and the time I actually sit down at the keyboard at the front of my church, among other things.