I find that leaving the ol’ iTunes on shuffle every now and then is worth it for the wonderful songs you’ve forgotten that come up between the random dance mixes from your sister and the Dean Martin that is in there for some reason. A few days ago, a Patrick Park gem floated across my shuffle. And suddenly, all felt right in the world. That’s an overstatement. But it was lovely to hear his voice.
And everyone’s making me promises that burn like city lights
But I’d trade every single one of them for a starry night
Where my mind don’t race like a spoiled child
And I feel the warm wind blow
Rolling down some dark highway
Far far away from this big show.
–Patrick Park, Starry Night