I’ve played Nick Drake at bedtime to my son since he was a baby. The other night, after a particularly rough day for him, he still couldn’t settle his body down, and asked if he could hear some lullabies, “you know, like Pink Moon or something.”

So I started playing the whole Pink Moon album on Spotify. While listening, a couple of thoughts occurred to me simultaneously.

First, since that was the day of public grieving around David Bowie’s death (a friend on Facebook called it “sitting vitual shiva”), I thought about Bowie and how so much of the music that came out of the UK in that decade is just timeless.

Second, the second track, “Place to Be,” in particuar made me think about how that’s what I’ve been yearning for lately.

  • Last weekend I went to Ikea and bought a bunch of furniture for my office (on the company tab, pre-approved by the CFO).
  • At home, where I have felt like I have no place of my own since… basically ever… I’ve decided I’m going to turn an area of the dining room into my own space, where I can do music and writing; I am setting up my keyboard with my new keyboard amp and moving my bookshelf that is largely ceremonial somewhere else so that I can have some desk space to put a computer I salvaged from work.
  • And I guess this blog is also a place to be. Not Facebook, a place of my own, with an audience of my choosing, where I can be more myself.