Forgive me, Reader.

I’ve been having a rough go of it for the past week or so, tucking myself away at home┬áduring these damp, gray days.

Each night, I have every intention of starting on a wonderful little blog post that will arrive, sparkly and new, at 6:00am Central Time on the Internet, timed for maximum traffic and online exposure, timed to get the most people talking and thinking before they begin their work days, timed to not cut into my own work day. I’ve been sick, but to be honest with you, I’ve also been dealing with some stuff that is too personal to talk about on the Internet.

Two nights ago, at 5:45 in the morning, I rose up out of bed and padded to the kitchen in my slippers, listening to the nighttime sounds of our tiny little house. The sighs of our heater. The raindrops snapping on our doorframe. My cat breathing in and out on her favorite chair.

I wrapped myself in a blanket on the couch, and laid there for a little while. Eventually, Ross got up too, and came to find me, blinking in the blue early morning. “Hey,” he said. “You OK?”

“I’m OK,” I said. I was lying. My eyes got hot, and he sat down next to me, putting his arms around me and stroking my hair.

Lately, I’ve come to realize that there is no one, single, ideal emotion, but rather the delicate tension between all emotions that make life a joy. No happiness without sorrow, no satisfaction without hunger, and all of that.

So I’ve been meaning to tell you about Shakey Graves for the past few days. Shakey Graves is one person, a very talented man here in Austin. He is the son of friends of ours, and there is actually a pretty funny story that goes along with our meeting on New Year’s Day, a little over a week ago. I’ll tell that story to you sometime, but for now, let me just say this:

His music is everything I want right now, holding that emotional tension in place. It’s sexy and it’s sad and it’s funny and it’s dark and it’s light and it’s corny and it’s profound. I’ve been listening to it when I need to lie in bed, and I’ve been listening to it when I’m driving and need a happy little kick. I think a music writer would call his music “lo-fi alt folk with blues influences,” so you can know what you’re getting into here.

Just promise me this, that you’ll listen to his version of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m On Fire,” and then listen to “Built to Roam.” Cool? Cool.

Also. If you’re in Austin, it may interest you to know that he’s playing at The Parish every Wednesday this month for free. Shall we?

Shakey Graves by Tolly Moseley on Grooveshark