These Days

Not to be confused with Dan Fogelberg's These Days, which has an entirely different story.

So, I'm working on some new, ancient jewelry techniques, because that's what I do to calm myself and block out the world when the end of sanity draws neigh.  I decided to put on some music.

Among many other spirits from the past- which, by the way, are never welcome so why don't you get the message?  Music has turned against me and become a medium with which to torture me further.  One of my greatest loves - turned!  Such is life!

Jackson Browne - the dude gets to me on so many levels!  He sees into my soul, in a totally spiritual way.  It's not a lusty girl crush - it's old soul s**t.  And history.

I remember the first time I heard him.  It was at Steve's, my first serious boyfriend.  I was lying in bed at his parent's house in the middle of the day.  He was in the shower.  It was an LP, and the last song on that particular side on that particular album was These Days. When he came out of the shower I was crying and he said, "I had a feeling the last song on that side would get to you." 

Why do I still remember that?