Late night love ballads and beer with friends in the happiest little karaoke nest in all of Japantown.
Cherry trees blooming before my eyes in the February sunshine.
Belly full of Tartine and heart full of love in Dolores Park.
There’s a song called “Edge of Desire” on John Mayer’s latest album, Battle Studies. I cannot get enough of it. This happens to me sometimes, when a particular song sounds like a sample from my soul – tiny droplets from my heart in the shape of microscopic music notes that, when gently transferred to a small glass slide and deciphereddecodeddetermined, are discovered to be simply…a song.
I leave you with the first two stanzas from my latest soul sample. I realize in doing this and not posting the obligatory Valentine’s Day chocolate recipe, I risk seeming a bit dark. The lyrics aren’t exactly rosy. Please understand, dearest Happelsauce reader, that I’ve got nothing but love for you.
Young and full of running
Tell me where has that taken me?
Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity?
Love is really nothing
But a dream that keeps waking me,
For all of my trying
We still end up dying, how can it be?