Sell All My Things

I'm about to sell most of my things, uproot myself from my ancestral grounds here in Georgia and hug a ton of trees in New Hampshire. I am very excited. A little scared. A little surprised at my own moxie and determination to turn my life into an interesting story...er, song.

Who knows what will happen!?! I could hate it...I could love it. I could discover some crazy path I would never have dreamed my life would take. But I know if I stay here, suffocating in my consumerist home, driven to work a day job I can't stand solely to pay for four walls and a roof for things I don't need....work, sleep, repeat....I'll become old, wrinkled, bitter and sad long before my time. I want my exuberance back! I want my zeal! I want to sell (almost) all my things and be free!

I have a lot of sorting to do and thought I'd blog my way through my vinyl collection...so be on the lookout for some posts about my more eccentric records. In the meantime, I was thinking about my friend Rosie Thomas's song Sell All My Things all day today...her lyrics are right on. As this generation's most talented and thoughtful Indie Folk artist, Rosie will definitely get more blog love from me later. For now, just enjoy her beautiful voice and her band's sweet arrangements and maybe contemplate getting rid of some stuff (or relationships) you don't need. You won't miss it. Promise.

Cute story: Rosie and I met in the ladies' bathroom of Joe's Coffee in East Atlanta before her show in 2003 (or 2002?) at The Earl. It made for a cute photo-op later with some TP rolls which I sadly lost in an unfortunate late-night camera-meets-toilet incident. A fitting end anyway...