Fallen from the sky, I got an angel from Colorado on a plane yesterday. Sean Morse was a singer/songwriter we met on the second month of the Trip or so – out in Denver, Colorado – at an open mic somewhere. He’s been friends ever since, he calls every once in a while, sends me songs in French when I’m feeling down.
On a whim while IMming back and forth, he checked ticket prices to Maryland and booked a plane. Here he is. We’re supposed to play a gig tonight, but the snow’s coming down hard, and I’m afraid it’s not really going to happen. So we’re sitting in the house and watching the snow come down and listening to Sean sing and watching the TV on mute. Kate Beckinsdale as Alice in Wonderland… not too shabby. Probably better quiet though.
And I’m doing that thing that I see people do with their digital cameras. Reviewing the image while the action’s still going on. But there’s something to be said for writing in the moment.
His voice is entrancing, and he writes the Love songs that… I feel like if I’D written them, I’d have gotten different answers.
