On the ride home, I found a song by Tanya Davis, and when I did I was reminded why I write.
I owe the world for the therapy that is art.
The last couple days, The Jealous Sound has been perfect. On Monday the sound tech nearly walked in on me blasting and singing Four Minute Mile by the Get Up Kids.
Art saves me again and again, mostly music, but sometimes movies and the occasional painting.
I take and I take and I take from art. I have to give back someway.
Thank you so much Tanya for your endearing tender little ditty.