Warm Potato Beats.
Topshop dress and boots, Beso handbag
Feeling musically-inspired after Saturday as I sweated it out at Sunset Junction seeing a number of bands play and watching life-loving guys dance to techno music. Later, I saw my friend, Andrew, rock it out on the drums at the Good Hurt with his band, Roulette Dares. These are the looks that took me from day to night, as I wondered what could have been if I hadn’t quit playing guitar as a child. And what has become of my long pony-tailed guitar teacher, Don? Well, I didn’t think about him this weekend since he scared me even when teaching me Free Fallin’, but I just thought of him at this moment and realized… he’s not so scary now.
With my sister, Bec, and Andrew
Saturday may have left me with beats in my head, but Sunday left me with the heart to those beats. A 2-and-a-half-week-old heart beat, that is. Unbeknownst to her, my cousin’s two-and-a-half-week-old daughter mesmerized me as she breathed in and out, with the curve of her belly going up and down, up and down, up some more, and down some more. It’s funny how a beat is exactly like life- up one second, down the next. Never the same. Or the same, but heard differently. Lived differently. This untouched warm potato of life is perfect. Babies are like that- they’re a warm potato that you pass around, but that you want to keep in your hands for awhile. And you can’t wait to see her crisp up into something- into the someone she’s meant to be.
I was thinking about how I’d like to be that little potato again. Untainted, unscarred, unafraid- un-everything. And that’s when I realized that even when I was scared of my guitar teacher, Don- I wasn’t really scared. Or I shouldn’t have called that feeling that. When it comes down to those times that you think you’re scared, you’re probably not. Life isn’t all that scary if you think about it. Rather, it’s the un-life that is.
Sunday, it is! xo