Thursday, April 21, 2011

Hotels and Highways

I was asked to review an album, so i did:

I woke up this morning in somebody else's bed, and I didn't know this person all that well. We lied naked and twisted; talk was sparce, forced and the headaches splitting.

Hey, I told her, would you put on a band called Hotels & Highways?

She did. "Work It Out" filled the air. This is really nice she said. We breathed easier and cozied up again. We began to do what got us there in the first place.

And the album played on.

The long walk home was fine this afternoon. "Work it out, work it out. . . " hummed the hot air. It didn't matter that I could only find one of my socks before leaving her house.