Best Man’s Fall / Trash Can Sinatras

It is time to clean out the office so I drag everything into the other room and do just that. New paint is up and the I open the windows to let out the fumes. The internet is new and it offers the words to tunes and the way to play if you can’t figure it out. And the wood floor and the plaster walls hum with me in the perfect center of the floor, my fingers finding Best Man's Fall, the song I have taken so many times off the tape that it can’t last much longer. And there’s a new guy in town, Nic Harcourt, at KCRW, and the next morning over our granola and our strawberries, with our baby just learning to sit in his high chair, Nic plays Best Man’s Fall and I call the station: Nic, what made you play that? I ask him. And he says he has his reasons.
Which I can accept. Why are you staying up so late, Jennifer asks, just playing your guitar, that same old song, over and over?

You came into my life like a brick through a window/ and I cracked a smile