Spill your thoughts on the floor

Something beautiful from Friday:

Drummers who sing lead on songs. Sparkly orange drum sets. Bare feet on stage, plastic pink flip flops discarded near the microphone stand. Crazy-eyed lead singers who become the song they're singing, completely animated. Her side ponytail.

Plus:

The quote my friend sent about how whoever you want your child to become, you have to become yourself. After the Thao show on Friday, I have to figure out how to become Thao. I think it's going to be tough.

Then:

My husband took a "creative" route home and we drove through a ragged area outside of the stockyards. Row after row of abandoned buildings, dark, eerie lights shining from some of them. Grafitti on the walls.

Also:

Being up past midnight.

Listening: Thao with The Get Down Stay Down, "Bag of Hammers"