Due to some unexpected traffic, we eventualy arrived in Montauk an hour or so later than expected. I’m sitting here now on the same balcony we had two years ago, staring at the ocean slowly being engulfed by a large white fog. In between writing these sentences that is. I’ve already overheard the locals mention an incoming storm. I’ve really let the writing slip lately. Well, i’ve been working on the music so much that I forgot how relaxing it was to write these little blog posts. I started this blog with the sole purpose to pressure myself into writing. It worked, but for songwriting instead which is why my posts are happening less frequently. So, it is a victim of it’s own success? Not that I think many people read it anyway.

Marisa and I bought a car yesterday. We made an apointment, picked a type of car and a budget and nursing frightful hangovers from too much fun at The Sparrow Tavern the night before, made the purchase. A 2012 Toyota Carolla, Blood Red. I’m not crazy about the color but Marisa loved it and to be honest, it’s slowly growing on me. Cherry Garcia was born. Last night I sat in it for 20 minutes trying to figure out the radio/computer, general electronics and a host of other features that I never had on my old 1991 Jeep Wrangler. A tape cassette player and a box set of Edgar Allen Poe was what kept me entertained while stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway all those years ago. As soon as we signed the paperwork we were whisked outside for a photo beside the car, complete with a large ribbon on the hood. It was ridiculous and I loved every minute of it. My younger cynical self would have been appaled. But why not celebrate these small moments? I’ve had a painful summer because I fractured my hip, but there I am in the photo, beaming like an idiot.

Anyway, I wrote this post. Now it’s a trip to the store for food, beer and whatever else we think we might need in our doing nothing for the next week.

Marisa & The Beach