Our snow has disappeared so we walked in the woods today. Odd how clunky the trail feels on the bottom of your feet after only a week of gliding through it on our skis. This trail, on the east side of Durand Lake, is a popular one for good reason. These heavily tattooed beech trees attest to that.
I must be running in the wrong circles because I can’t remember the last time I heard a really exciting local band, somebody doing something I haven’t heard before, something from left field. I keep running across bands that are all too eager to provide comfort food, pale imitations of what was once the good stuff. I know they’re out there. Like I said, “I’m running in the wrong circles.”
Black Thought from the Roots is wondering the same thing.
“We back again
For a couple things we lost in the fire
The drive, the desire to perform on a higher plateau
I’m at that show lost in the mire
Wondering how we got so far from inspired”
Thinking about checking Sirsy out tomorrow night at Three Heads.