I had a moment with a robin today. Might be the same one who always pops up when I’m outside in the yard. Saraclark says he’s waiting for me to move branches and leaves and uncover worms for him to eat. So I guess I’m being used. But it’s still pretty interesting to be minding your own business and then turn around to see a bird two feet from you, watching your every move. I stopped and stared hard when I noticed him standing there beside me. <\/p>\n
He blinked first.<\/p>\n
That made me think of “Why I Like the Robins” by Hum. And when I came inside and started listening to it, I couldn’t stop the flow of Hum. Because sometimes Hum is really just right. Okay, Hum is usually always<\/i> really right, more right than most of their contemporaries, if they can be said to have contemporaries at all. Hum takes me back to a time in my life when what few fears I had were completely superficial. I remember sunshine on my legs and car rides to Corinth. White sunglasses and ring pops. Smiles in photo booths.<\/p>\n
While trying to dig for a version of “Iron Clad Lou” without the voiceover at the beginning, I found out they’re reuniting for a free show in Chicago’s Millenium Park on May 31<\/a>. Cue the plotting and scheming ways to get up there for that.<\/p>\n