Gar

First note...

The same year I became a mother, my father died.
Someone tiny danced into life and someone very large and special danced right out and left a hole.

It was Gar's birthday last week,  the second we've seen in without him.
Every now and then I buy a record and wish he could hear it, he was an avid music fan and would unabashedly belt out The Beach Boys or The Beatles in the car as he shifted gears along country roads, balancing  lyrics with the exhalation of cigarette smoke.

Here's a guy worth more than a mention, I'm really pleased he'll keep my Dad company in my first post.
Kurt Vile's Monkey, taken from his Childish Prodigy album is a song to travel to. Travel to the supermarket, travel to a holiday, travel through some thoughts, hell, travel to the bottom of a bottle of wine. I think Dad would have loved to travel to another camping trip listening to this.  (Thanks to the bunnymafia).

Have a great Tuesday, Pleasant Peasants x