Rain clouds have chased me from Nashville to Chapel Hill to Brooklyn this week.
I landed this morning with a bout of the greys: grey buildings, grey clouds, grey thoughts—it feels like everything is in perpetual transition between light and dark, hot and cold—can it just be Fall already? I’m searching for a burst of color around every corner. I’m ready for bundling up and staring at the fire.
I’m staying in my old neighborhood in Williamsburg, and as dreary as Brooklyn can be when the trash gets wet, there is still a vibe here that I deeply miss. There’s my old local. And my late night deli. And my apartment at 86 N 6th, where I spent countless nights trying to find new melodies with the same 3 chords and only the wood floors to whisper back at me.
Today’s offering is a sketch of a tune (if you can even call it that) called “Bend the Corners.” The people I love, love to read. So there’s always some mention of a novel in my work somewhere;). I often imagine the people I miss turning the pages as I’m staring at the floor, strumming away.
Have a listen, and go read already!
Yours,
JR
Welcome back to Williamsburg. Domino is gone but the marathon still shuffles past, and the taco trucks are better than they used to be.
Very cool song. If this had been released on one of the albums it would have been one of my favorites, which is saying a lot. Getting to hear it for the first time now is kind of a bonus though.