Last night I couldn't sleep. I guess I drank one too many coffee's.
Which is to say, I drank two coffees. Sometimes I feel a bit embarrassed about how much my ability to handle caffeine is starting to resemble my grandmother's same ability (or lack thereof). Don't get me wrong, she's a great lady. I just don't aim on being a great lady quite this early in my life as a young man.
But my reslestness resulted in a musical breakthrough.
A breakthrough in my appreciation and enjoyment of an album I hadn't been successful in enjoying and appreciating up until last night. Or rather, I had not enjoyed it as much as I had a feeling I should, based on some friends enjoyment of it. I have a feeling my mind was too busy back in 2009, that I was trying to focus on too many different things that I just couldn't take the time to absorb how subtly beautiful and utterly calming Bill Callahan's 'Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle' album was. At the time of my first listen to it, I remember feeling underwhelmed by it.
And then last nights restlessness led me by the hand, grabbed the headphones and pressed play. And it hit me right in the heart guts.
I wish it didn't take me so long to properly get into this album, but I guess it just gets filed into that 'better late than never' folder.