Vanilla White Person Soft Mountain Playlist

The world continues to throw me and I keep getting home a little more fragile, with a few more cracks in my armor. Lets face it, my shield was always made of paper, but it is pretty tattered lately.

Home rituals and art or music that is isolated from our current world is like my zen garden or fortress of solitude.

Remember when we thought that the War on Terror was such a threat to our way of life? I do. Now, the biggest threat to my country is the president. I knew there was the fringe, but I just thought that most people want the good guys to win. You know, the good guys, the hard working women, the blue collar, but empathetic and intelligent fathers of daughters who want to be astronauts. The black men and women who support their communities and care for each other. The immigrants who risk everything to bring opportunity to their families.

My grandfather left his family in the recession for the only job that would support them at the time. He didn't know it was for real, but he figured he could trust the guy who gave his word. He broke down on the way and sold his car for a bus ticket so he could get to Tampa and walk to his new job and feed his family.

That kind of Paul union good guy.

I feel like the only world that I can believe in now is the one that Satu and I make together and the few gentle people in this little nest. My sister, my parents, well, let's face it, most of the time everyone in the world. I am a trusting person. This new world is not my thing. I am the kind of person that strangers cover in aluminum blankets at the airport. The bus driver makes sure I wake up for my stop. The waiter makes chases me out the door with my purse.

My beautiful wife protects me from mean people. She keeps me safe from the sad things and the sharp things, but this world is getting both of us.

Our  refuge is snuggled up in our jammies watching "Bones" on Hulu. Simpler times...murder, science, terrorists...

At bedtime, we now play a couple of stations for music.

The first one is vanilla white person soft mountain and the other is vanilla white person dark hallway.

Soft mountain is characterised as soothing folk with some country influences, but not the ignorant kind of country.

Dark hallway is all haunting cello music. It makes me happy that we have our own little music ritual. It is a completely non-political, uncool, disconnected sort of thing. We will belt out some Patti Larkin and fall asleep with the dog between us.

2020 can suck it, we will be here in our home eating popcorn and watching the world burn to our own happy soundtrack.