"It's late at night and I can't sleep . . . "
Maybe, not really too late, but by this time most of the thread slows down, so if I post something truly ridiculous, it's only seen by the ridiculous late-nighters; or maybe people far, far away . . .
I can't absorb the three bonus tracks yet. I listened, but they just flew over me and swirled around my sky and disappeared. Can't think of a note or phrase to remember. Not because they aren't catchy or fun or meaningful or dancy - - - my senses are just too full. I've reached overflow. The pot is yielding to the pan below.
With each album, I've done this thing.
I cut out little strips of paper, and put the title of each song on each strip, and as I listen to the tracks, over and over, I see how my 'favorites' change and evolve. My #1 changes; the obscure track that felt like nothing begins to capture me; and I move the little strips of paper around like dominoes. It's my Adam Game; and I always win. Because Adam is across the table; and he wants so much for me - for us - to understand; to know.
Last night my favorite was 'The Original High'. Tonight it's 'There I Said It'.
I was sure, this morning, that 'There I Said It' was about leaving a loving relationship where one person had to 'hide' in order to 'protect' the other. Now, I think it's about Adam leaving RCA - and all the motherfuckers who told AFL what he needed to do and how he needed to be in order to be successful and be real. Can you imagine being told how to 'be real' so that you'll be 'successful', by execs who have NO CLUE about who you are and no real appreciation for the gift you bring, the talent that lies inside?
This grown-ass-man showed me his grit six years ago. He powered his way into me like drill searching for oil; he had no idea of my landscape but he inspired; and I discovered a well of creativity and purpose and freedom and bravery and light. I cling to these lessons.
I relate to the ghosts; feel lonely sometimes, even in love; know I'll disappoint myself on the journey of what I've meant to say. These songs, these words, these emotions, crash and break into me. Something true is seeping in.
This is music. Filling the silence with meaning; with answers if we reveal our deepest questions.
A 'pop' album . . . bringing healing that invites us to dance as we weep.
But, like all things Adam, time and repetition have changed my mind in the past. I'll be glad when I can actually have the music all downloaded for loopy listening 
(or live Red House and Lay Me Down)
