2018/04/05

Threefer Thursday: Wash Those Blues Away, or Maybe Just Bathe in Them

Da Goddess @ 18:11

I’ve been absent, yes. No excuse other than pain, if I’m honest. But pain is a huge part of my life and sometimes its control over me is all-consuming. Okay, more than sometimes. It sent me to hospital twice last week. It made me cry at the doctor’s office yesterday. It’s causing me all sorts of trouble in my head; trouble I can ill-afford.

My distraction techniques run the gamut of reading, TV, Twitter, and lots of cat pics and videos. Plus, there’s music. Lots of it.

Some of the music has a melancholic tinge. Some of it is overwhelmingly joyous. Most of it falls in between.

Today’s selections are emotive and have a touch of sadness to them. The only reason for this is because I like having a soundtrack for my tears. It helps to limit the length of time I allow myself to get it out of my system.

I should note that even though these songs have that blue bent to them, mostly I love them because they’re beautifully written and performed.

P.S. I know I’ve shared a couple of these previously, but it’s okay. We all need to be reminded of good music now and again.

P.P.S. the last one was for The Fat Guy. He was the one who introduced me to the magic of Ryan Bingham. I’m so glad I got to see Ryan perform and tell him how I came to be a fan. Even better was telling Scott about the night. Sadly, Scott left us not long after. I’ll always be indebted to him for his friendship and his free and open policy of spreading musical joy.

P.P.P.S. I ended this threefer on an upnote because I needed it. Hope it helped you, too. “Cause I’ve been broke down for so long
And Lord, it’s getting cold.” Amen to that.

2 Comments

  1. All three lovely. And sad hugs for you… with prayers for a pain-free future.

    Comment by pam — 2018/04/06 @ 07:35

  2. Thank you, Pam. It’s been a rough couple of…months…years.

    I’m at THAT point, once again, where the despondency is overwhelming and I’m having a hard time digging out of the pit of (self)pity. I keep clawing away, hoping I’ll get somewhere.

    Comment by Da Goddess — 2018/04/07 @ 23:18

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