whatta week
I'm exhausted. I need a break. Hmm...it's late Sunday night. For some reason I don't think one is in the offing. That's ok though...despite the un-funn-ness of the move, this was a great one...
March 05, 2006
February 20, 2006
home is somewhere
They say home is where the heart is. But what if you don't know where *that* is? I suppose it means the search continues...
January 10, 2006
it's the little things
Sometimes small things make a difference. Today, it was Comet to the rescue. What with the holidaze and travel, the apartment has gotten a little ragged around the edges. Especially the sink and tub. I finally had enough, and broke out the Comet cleanser and a scrubber. Viola! Instant happiness. If only relationships were this easy...
January 04, 2006
more pics soon
WIth the lousy access I haven't updated the photogallery yet, but I will. Oh, and I have to bring Calvin here...the boy belongs at the beach. Like dad...
January 01, 2006
it's up
The new year started out right. I didn't go out as I was on a group drive, and it rained yesterday so pollution levels are probably high (cw is to wait 72 hours after rainfall)...but it was sweet today, inbetween two storms with offshores working.
Drainpipes (Zuma) going off
December 31, 2005
equal time
Calvin got upset that I showed a picture of my dinner, and not his. Fair enough. Equal time.
December 30, 2005
merlot rooster
Yes, I can cook. Just because I live on a fairly steady diet of spaghetti and black bean burritos doesn't mean I don't know my way around the kitchen. I'll cop to being a slacker since moving though...more fun to work in a well stocked kitchen (which mine is not), but tonight I just couldn't bring myself to pasta again. So TJ's frozen stuff to the rescue (shrimp and veggies). That and a leftover bottle of wine. Brown rice (why does it take so damn long?) and a merlot reduction with rooster (had to do something while waiting for the rice).
December 28, 2005
do you remember?
You remember feeling like this? I do sometimes...depending on what I'm up to. Its part of the reason I still surf. Part of the reason I ride a motorcycle. Part of the reason I race. Part of the reason I...
December 26, 2005
six I love
I believe in love at first sight. I was never quite sure why, but I think I know now. After talking with various special people, we have come to the conclusion that those we love we have always loved, and always will. The "love at first sight" is merely you finding them in person.
And if I were forced to count, I can number six that I love. In different ways that have shifted over the years and will continue to evolve. But love nonetheless. Here's one of them (I don't know that she knows it though...but I'll bet she does ;-) ). So here's to D, J, L, S, V and V. Words fail me, but my heart won't.
December 25, 2005
a nostatic xmas
Well, Peets was closed today so I had to settle for (by a far margin) 2nd best:
and so began a nostatic xmas. Into the 911, and off to Zuma. I'll be adding pics as the night goes on, so reload later to see if there are any new ones (should be about 20 or 30 - warning: dial-up challenged may want to put on some coffee).
December 24, 2005
more comfort
December 22, 2005
i do have friends...
For some time I have lamented the fact that I don't have a lot of "friends." Comparing myself to some, if you do a traditional metric for what constitutes a friend (ie a person who you physically spend time with), some I know seem to have a ton of them. I on the other hand, have a handful of people who I'm close to, and that's about it. I'm not always off at social gatherings. For much of the first eight years of my son's life I spent almost every night at home with him. The only exceptions being when I was gigging or rehearsing.
December 18, 2005
zuma to the rescue
December 09, 2005
life is a highway
I guess its another lyric night. As usual, music to the rescue. My old guitarist hated this tune, but I always like it...
Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside every darkened Door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
a long december
My iPod is almost always on shuffle play. I qualify with "almost" since every once in awhile I have a particular song in mind that I want, no, need to hear. But the rest of the time, I let fate determine my aural fate (although I reserve the right to FF). The other day "A Long December" came up, in this case a live version with Ben Folds. The lyrics seemed to fit this months we're in...and how the hell did it get to be December already?
Last night I was going through an archive of my blog. I had a little snafu when I upgraded databases and most of my posts are now in a big long text file. Last night I transferred some number of posts into my current blog (hence the archive pages going back to 2003). When I get some more time I'll move everything over as it provides an interesting window into a very tumultuous 2.5 years (my first post was in June of '03). End of one band, birth of another, end of that band, end of a marriage, birth of a new relationship, and then transmogrification of that...and everything else.
But for now the lyrics:
December 08, 2005
back in red
Well, red eyes anyway. I'm back in LA after yet another whirlwind business trip. The flight back was uneventful, but long. We sat for 45 mintues waiting to push out in Austin. The ice storm delayed all the morning flights, so even though my plane was there pretty much on time (albeit with a gate change), a bunch of things were backed up. It turns out that Austin doesn't have many ground crews, and with all the de-icing and backlog of flights, we just sat there with no one to push us back from the gate.
At any rate, finally back home, doing laundry, vacuuming, and looking forward to the first decent sleep in 3 days. Time will tell...
Oh, here is the view from the hotel in Austin this morning:
October 26, 2005
can you feel it?
Saw Marcus Miller last night. Amazing show, but as usual, it turned me on to some new music that I wouldn't have otherwise heard. The title track from his new album, "Silver Rain," is just beautiful. Eric Clapton does lead vocal on this Marley-influenced reggae track. I've been listening to it all day and getting misty all over again...
come let yourself be, come see the possibilities
let love take over your pain, and heal to the river of the rain
come and be still, free your mind and your body will be well
and keep this memory, tucked away in your heart for you and me
let my love erase your pain
sun gonna shine, gonna shine again
then we'll dance in the silver rain
can you feel it? come on and dance in the silver rain
its gonna be allright, tomorrow you'll live your dreams in the sunlight
can you feel it? reach up and touch the silver rain
make you feel brand new, the silver rains is falling
let it get all over you
come, come with me, cast your cares and your worries to the sea
and lie here in my arms, and together we'll wake up in the sun
cause only love can set you free, oh yes it can
so take my hand and come with me, and we'll dance in the silver rain
can you feel it? come on and dance in the silver rain
its gonna be allright, tomorrow you'll live your dreams in the sunlight
can you feel it? reach up and touch the silver rain
make you feel brand new, the silver rains is falling
let it get all over you
October 18, 2005
shed my skin
PG to the rescue again:
I've kicked the habit
shed my skin
this is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
oh won't you show for me
and I will show for you
show for me, I will show for you
yeah, I do mean you
only you
you've been coming through
going to build that power
build, build up that power
I've been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
come on, come on, help me do
I've been feeding the rhythm
it's what we're doing, doing
all day and night
September 22, 2005
musings with the muse
Gaucho to the rescue. While I'm not sitting high in the Custerdome,
and my leather poncho is at the cleaners, the sweet saxes still soothe
the soul (oohh, aliteration):
Who is the gaucho amigo
Why is he standing
In your spangled leather poncho
And your elevator shoes
Bodacious cowboys
Such as your friend
Will never be welcome here
High in the Custerdome
And so it goes. Shuffle play in the ipod makes it all better. Or at least alters my
internal reality enough to allow cracks of light to enter. While parts
of me scream, "the light! my eyes! make it stop!", the other parts
stretch like a cat waking from the 15th nap of the day. Ah yes...the
light. And the sleigh bells:
January 17, 2005
a weekend to remember
Spent the weekend with my son (all three days of it). Chock full of stuff. Saturday was driving go karts at Go Kart World. Kinda of a beaten-down place, but fun nonetheless. Calvin likes the bumper cars....laughing maniacally as he drove at top speed into anyone and everyone. He also did fine on the long track driving solo. Sunday was spent at Zuma. An almost perfect January day at the beach...we got there at about 2:30pm and it was amazing. No wind, temps in the low 70s. The swell was small, but there were a few tubes to be had. Lots of driftwood and other stuff up on the sand from the recent storms and big waves. Water was clean though (checked the Surfrider sitebefore we went. Stayed until sunset. Monday was an early morning trip up Mt. Baldy to play in the snow. Then errands in the afternoon. All in all, plenty of fun to be had. They aren''t 8 forever...
July 18, 2003
hot enough for ya?
Well, SoCal is suffering through a heat wave...and in fact it is a tropical heatwave. If I wanted to live on the east coast, I''d live there. The only consolation is that there is a SW swell running, so hopefully a beach run will happen this weekend. Not much else to report, although there may be some new musical happenings soon. Stay tuned...