That would be Tom Petty talking. In a pretty good example of the semi sequitir paths of my mind, I think I leaped from Canaan Smith’s lyric “Love You Like That” (my country tracking lately, see above)
Slow as the Mississippi
Strong as a fifth of whisky
Steady as a Tom Petty track…
To– big leap– Tom Petty. Whose sort of growly, steady ballads have long been favorites. So damn sing worthy.
But wait: Sometimes, the waiting is the best part. Or narrowly edges it. Sweet– anticipation. Not to go off on another famous track.
When not sweetly anticipatory, though, it can be excruciating, the waiting. And you have just got to get down there and work, work, work with your mind to not let it git the best of you. Funny, as it turns out, Tom Petty practices meditation, the transcendental kind.
Here’s the thing, and this is a two parter. Because I did want to mention waiting, the sweetness or the hardness, depending; it’s been on my mind and in my heart. I’m there, in that space where there are large and very significant segments outside my control.
But the rest of that Petty track, what the hell does it mean? And who the hell besides me would care?
For the continuation of this track of thought, you’ll have to wait. Hope it’s the sweet kind. Til tomorrow xo
