Someone Get the Grill Out of the Rain
a burst of mundanity
Most of the time, I don’t know what to do. There’s an inability I have to think beyond the next three hours of my life. If even that. Catch me in the right moment and I’m staring out the window for any length of time. Staring at what? Couldn’t tell you. But hey, there’s something about the way that snow bank looks. I guess? Or maybe I’m wondering when they’re gonna replace the pot hole down the street. MJ Lenderman writes songs about the space between bullshit, tapping those fleeting moments between our thoughts that “matter.” You know, stuff like family, friendships, careers, and personal growth. But linear spaces weave together the fabric of our lives. Waiting for the next train. Listening to shoes crunching against the snow. Taking an extra 30 seconds to close your eyes in the shower. Floating onward. “Precious memories are the ones that suck.” I just can’t get enough. Sometimes I simply want to think about why the desk chair is painted white instead of cream. I want to think about that instead of the other thing. The goddamn other thing.