It’s 8 a.m. and I’m at the coffee shop. Got up early to write before practice at noon. Teaching Cody from Major Magic some twenty-five songs in three days. He’s doing a fine job. I know I could never learn and remember that many songs in so short a time period. Props Cody.

It’s an empty headed morning. Dark, cloudy, threatening rain. I’m sitting at my usual table by the window, drinking coffee and trying to pump myself up for a couple hours behind the keyboard.

Listened last night as I went to sleep to an album called “Hospice” by The Antlers. It’s an incredible album; some of the most profoundly sad music I’ve heard in awhile. But now it’s morning, and perhaps the best morning band I know is Wilco…but then again I think Wilco is one of the best bands I know period–except, no–there is a case to be made for morning music verse night music, in that even the same album can translate completely differently depending on the time of day during which you listen to it. Remember the day we were stuck in traffic in Charlotte on our way from Raleigh to Clemson? (Was that it?) And we put “Sky Blue Sky” on the boom box. Oh man! I felt it then. The stars aligned. Everything made sense. Life was beautiful.

Wedding this Saturday in Hendersonville; a first for DITJ. We’ll see.