(Saturday, April 6, 2024)
I am outdoors in Nashville, Tennessee, with my favorite musician John Prine (who passed away from covid in 2020). I sense the presence of his Irish wife, but do not see her. A friend of his is next to John. There is a tall pole in the grass with a curtain rod at the top. John and his friend twist the rod, rotate it, and bits of the drape tear off and fall on the ground. I quickly bend down and pick up the pieces of fabric.
Day notes:
Picking up the little pieces reminds me of the first exercise I did on BrainHQ.
Some lyrics from “Clay Pigeons”:
I’m tired of runnin’ ’round lookin’
For answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories
Just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes
To get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
Start talkin’ again, when I know what to say