Just like Jelly Roll.

Listening to Astral Weeks this morning in the car it was wet and the streets and parks and buildings outside the streaked, dropletted glass were ranging like the expansive continual unwinding feeling of this album which is soul music like Van's other albums but soul unthreaded. More spaces between the notes. Like the windows are open on a rainy spring afternoon, blue notes but coming from another room down the hall or up the stairs where someone's got an old ray charles record on.

I got a home on high / in another land / so far away / so far away.

I felt that way a long time walking around with my eyes closed looking for something invisible. But music, any kind of music, even blues with its love and loss and being broke, is a way of remembering what's right here.