You know, I always love to close my eyes, and just be transported to my room, on Saturday morning, (i used to try and wake up early) so that I could speed through my homework (HA! who am I kidding? I used to improvise late on Sunday night or during the bus commute to school), I mean, Saturdays usually started with pancakes (the smell still gets me) followed by all the Super Mario I could take before my parents ripped me from the TV to help around with chores.
One thing I feel I took for granted was how comforting it felt to hear them chat, clean, and make all kinds of noises when cooking or cleaning. Now that I have been living on my own for about 12 years, the silence has become part of the routine, and every time they come to visit, and I hear the TV play, a smile creeps on my face. For a brief moment, I feel at Home.
This is my favorite SAX part of the album! (stream it here: linktr.ee/TheGoldenHourMusic).
