Whew, what a ride, not. How ya doin? I’ve been used to quiet and being alone (long hours in the car) since I could drive (1971 long drives up the coast of CA. Used up all of the gas, and daddy asked me where had I been) I’ve loved watching friends and folks virtually play music, talk about projects, encourage voting, and have loved a few outside fire gatherings BYO everything and talk real clear across 6′ through the mask. Laughing steams up my glasses. As long as I’m not driving, that’s ok. And I’m not driving. I mean, it was a new tank of gas every 3-400 miles, and that was sometimes 2-3 times a drive to the next gig. The next “jumping on” place where there was the amazing new faces, many known, most unknown, anticipating the energy. I miss that in you all. I miss being in that place almost every day. The idea of bringing energy to a room full of energized people was/is a drug that I have longed for most of my life. Where we were together, all on the head of a pin. (I’ve been looking for you all my life) Where those words and that phrase and melody felt so good to me that it felt good to you, too. Where we sang together, laughed together. I miss that like water.
This is my first blog since many years ago when website was all we had. I’ve come back home to the website, feeling like it’s better here, where there is thoughtful, timed silence in the phrasing. Where I’m not a target in an open field. Nor are you.
Welcome to where I will live and let’s talk and listen to each other. I encourage you to use your voice here. There are a few rules. Be kind. Be creative. Be courageous. Be yourself.