Thursday, February 25, 2016

Als Diner Debrief

It's been a while, crocodiles. What's the scoop on the old oak stoop? I've been runnin' and gunnin'. Breaking backboards like Chocolate Thunder. Jammin east coast west coast funk dunks like JR Ryder. Doing what I do. I just put all of that lovely picture down my greasy gullet, and I feel like a million ducats. I feel like Scrooge McDuck in a bathtub of gold coins. 

Since my last post, much has changed - and yet, so much is still the same. I went through the bowels of a pretty gross and disturbing friend drama that made me lose some serious trust, but with distance from that twisted storm, I've taken stock in who the true blue people of my life really are. I've been working. Laying boards down. Picking boards up. Straight binnin' and winnin'. Stirring dust around in the cauldron of a massive farm truck. Making ends meet. 

I've been booking shows - with me and Ali McGee (McCormick). What a wild musical ride I've been on with this friend for almost a year now, and I'm so thankful for every morsel of it. Every tangential drip drop. And the ocean of drops to come. 

But beyond all of that, I've been building a love. A love with someone who has challenged and encouraged and brightened me to the core. I know that four months is maybe early to say that, but the truth has a way of trumping cultural relationship timetables. Our tracks were running separate, and both personally in the direction of betterment and fulfilment and now, they are truly entwined. Like iron wire farm fences. Getting more and more weathered and tested with every season we enter into together. She is truly the embodiment of 'something else'. A curveball of mystic proportions that makes you smile with tears at the thought of her. And I'm ready. Ready for whatever comes. Armed with four chords and the truth. 

In this ever fleeting life, we are nothing if we don't evaluate. Stop. Breathe. Through the nostrils. Give thanks. Look up. Feel the taste and texture of dry brown bread, and say 'thank you' for the chance to put fuel in your tank. 

Today - in this diner - I am here. Present. 

And that's all I can say for right now. 

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