There is a myriad of birds outside on the wires and in the trees singing loudly. Twitter-pated kind after kind, little birds after bothersome big birds whiz by my screen door like a quick breeze and chase each other around the corner of the house toward the back yard. The air is clean, like on Easter morning and I'm waking up at just the right pace.
Do you ever feel like that? Like you're waking up at just the right rate? Occasionally, when you have the time to take a day slowly and have gotten just the right amount of sleep, you're sitting on the couch, or still lying in bed and (to me) it feels like a great, white fog is slowly letting go of its sticky grip on my house or street or a personal mountain and its just floating away. I breathe easier and have peace in my heart. And then I make a cup of coffee. The perfect followup.
My brother Sean is moving from a house he’s lived in for over six years. We’ve done a whole lot of recording in the garage at that little house. He recorded much of his Fiction Family record there, we wrote a lot of the last Nickel Creek record there, feasted on oranges of the tree in the back yard after good surfs and had many a camp fire in the front yard. I will miss that house.
Yesterday I got one more day in that garage studio when I went over to record a John Prine song for record that’s being put together. It was really fun, and came out sounding pretty good!
Everyday, my record release date gets closer. I hope to be touring a lot this year and the plans are coming together day by day. Right now I’m headed to LA to do some work before heading to the Little Room at Largo. Hope you’re doing well, Sara
