James Iha and the August Wonder
Life is strange, now. It's beautiful - and I wouldn't change it for the world - but it's strange. 100 percent. Life with a little one becomes so much less about you and so much more about your little life-wanderer.
The cracks and frags of our existence are ever more at the surface. The things that people used to wonder about silently in starry bedrooms are now talked about with a reckless abandon. People can be quickly disregarded and ditched even with the thought or worry of controversy.
If we ever thought that life was impermanent as a single person, we feel and taste the reality of it that much more as a parent. I think it's because age and time are factors in literally everything. We calculate the minutes and seconds that we might have with our child - and for our lives with them. The odds pile up. But we venture on.
It's hard to be in the moment. I need to Let It Come Down like James did.
