another another

another one of those universe-in-transition-uranus-in-mars'-backyard, past few days. no mechanical woes or botched relations. quite the contrary. a band that i had scoured the internet for hours trying to remember the name of, (british band from the 90's, was what i was working with) made itself known to my elated surprise. a friend randomly had the cd lying on the floor, staring up at me to say, "hey you know me! we go way back, how could you forget my name?!".
received 3 'long time no talk, how are you' emails from 3 very different unrelated people. these are all good things. good good things. mending healing and discovering gomez on the floor of someones office are all in alignment with one another.

tellin' it how it is:

irma

graham central station