I walked out in early afternoon to purchase milk. The town was more alive with people -- alum and larger groups of current students. The weather was cold with intermittent sun and rain. Many girls were dressed with pep squad looking short short and t-shirts. I was wearing a fleece under the rain jacket. On my street, there were smaller groups going up and down the street. I noticed the police were patrolling the streets more heavily than usual. One drove by as I walked up the street with four louder young men walking behind me. They had an insulated bag with them, which likely held cans of beer. I was looking at the sidewalk and was startled when the front end of a white car entered the driveway I was crossing. I looked up as the driver -- an RCMP officer -- was asking one of the fellows behind me what he had done with 'the can' -- so one had obviously been drinking and threw the can aside when he saw the police vehicle. <sigh> The house across the street was too loud on and off throughout the day and then ran from 7 PM until sometime after 1:30 AM (when they last woke me and I changed my earplugs). This house is loud several times a week -- the one frustrating part of this great neighbourhood.
I found myself drawn to a set of lyrics describing life events. This spoke to me as something that many alumni were addressing as they met people this weekend from years back. the singer-songwriter covers many genres -- alt-country with a bit of rock and a bit of folk. The arrangement for this video uses techniques from several genres. Enjoy!
My Story -- Brandi Carlile
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