Coury Palermo

I go back to that statement more often than not at this stage in life.  Today, after several weeks of waiting (due to schedules and high service orders), heat was turned on in my house – more accurately, the gas.  You never realize, when coming out of warmer times, that the lack of this sometimes forgotten necessity can cause such discomfort.  I do hate the cold.  I spend a great deal of time in my home, so freezing is not an option.  I love the smell that omits as the initial dust is burned from the vents – makes me think of cold cloudy days and a hot cup a tea.  Ah… the simple things.

This year’s been full of anything but “the simple things”, which makes the appreciation of such, so tangible.

I’m mid-way through a week of deadlines and “pushing forward”.  The covers EP & holiday single dropped yesterday and I’m pleasantly surprised at the reception – the faithful few truly are an amazing group of folks.  I’m torn between my small steam ahead and hunger to do something beyond this whole music thing.  All we have at the end of the day, in this life, is our connection – who we impact – how we touch.  I sometimes feel stuck at mediocre when all I crave is great.  I’m learning to accept the metal instability of a creative

Today I’m hunkered down at camp write-a-lot.  I have several songs yet to finish before recording vocals tomorrow and Friday.  I don’t think my slight case of heartsick is helping matters much.  I’m missing people – several “come once in a lifetimes”.  The sap in me is in full swing – back to work.