nostatic at all...

So why do I do it? I've often wondered. As I've driven through the rain. As I've hauled my gear into yet another club. As I've driven home at 2am knowing I have to be awake by 7am to get the boy to school. And still I take another gig. Clearly it isn't for the money...it just ain't there. It isn't for the joy of setting up or tearing down...been there, done that far too many times...the novelty (if there was one) has long since worn off.

No, I do it because I have to. If I didn't, I'd die inside. For those who strive to live in the moment, there truly are few moments like playing live music. I'm back with Kaz Takeda, who I played with for about 2.5 years before joining Simpleflower. And we all know how that turned out. But a month or two ago I hooked back up with Kaz because the mourning for SF was over. The mourning for a lot of things was over. Or maybe not, but still the music had to go on. I had to go on. I had to play another night.

And so it goes. I'm home now after playing three sets. The audience was relatively enthusiastic (at least they weren't rude). And we had a few magic moments throughout the night. That's about all you can ask for. Just a few of those slices of time where everything comes together and stands still. Where you can feel every heartbeat but aren't thinking about it. Where the notes cascade from you fingers and heart. And most people scarcely notice. But it doesn't matter. If they don't hear it, it doesn't matter. I have to play it. It's what I do. It's who I am. I'd die without it...