Just writing... I'm sitting here in The Vagabond Cafe listening to some local musician give an impassioned interview in a nearby booth to some local music writer. It's kind of inspiring.
The guy who owns this place has created something really great, here - comfortable and homey, movies on the wall out back every Monday night, coffeehouse/bar combo thing. Bohemian, but not in a patchouli way. You see people of many stripes here.
Free wifi, obviously. I count four laptops between the five occupied tables or booths. The only table without one is the one with the writer and the Japanese-looking musician with the five-day growth.
Three guys at the bar.
I got back to Kansas yesterday, having been a bit of a vagabond myself. I've taken a lot of time off this summer, and it's been great. I'm itching to go back to work now, though... and one way or the other, I can't take anything that starts before September 16. Vanessa's best friend is getting married the 15th, she's the maid of honor, etc...
So we decided that, as we are now actively working to figure out what that next gig will be, we would book a proper vacation between now and then. We found a nice, inexpensive, all-inclusive trip for right after Labor Day.
I have had a lot pf perspective lately, I guess this birthday made me think. I have been drawn into thinking of age and years and events and time and places and happenings and things.
I think of something that happened in, say, 1999... then I think about how long ago the was. Then, to put that amount of time into perspective, I think about where,what, or who I was that same number of years before that event. In that case, you know, it winds up 1991. The same difference between the 1991 me and the 1999 me relative to 2007 me. Wow.
Of course, you can argue the changes slow down after, say, 23... growing up does bring a lot of changes...
All in all, in my inventory of self... I am happy about what I have accomplished as a performer, still impassioned to do more. I am happy about the many friends I have shared time with, and recognize that an occasional note on myspace or facebook is not sufficient to honor those friendships, those which somehow don't fade into acquaintance despite huge lapses of time between contact. I am regretful of wrongs done, and I am regretful of loved ones lost. I only recently realized how deeply the loss of my grandmother, almost four years ago, affected me. I have been blessed with some amazing, life-altering experiences thanks to travel and performing in the past few years.
All this soul-searching and all these soft-smiling memories have flashed by me, lately, and it has led me to one unalterable truth:
I'm really jazzed that Halo 3 is coming out soon.
Man, I am such a geek.
Oh yeah, I have to recommend a book: THE LOVELY BONES, which I think I just heard Peter Jackson is making into a film soon. I just read it, it's hauntingly beautiful. I envy whoever gets to play the father in that film. Take my word that it isn't as Mitch-Albomy as it might sound in reading the jacket. Nothing against Mitch Albom, but this isn't that.
Dusty - my best and oldest friend in the world, more like a brother than a friend - saw that book as I plopped it down on his table last night and was about to make fun of me for it before he read the jacket. Then he relented and played MADDEN 08, shouting at players onscreen in the office as I played 360 in his living room.
Going now. Damn, it's hot outside. I will probably edit this down later, hateful of my own verbosity.
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