Can we just get all of the dogs? Yes, ok good!
Damnit… hash tag - I just want a damn adorable dog to raise but Im in a damn band and tour all the time and wouldn’t be as good of a father as I could be and AURGHHHH
"Dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of the watertrucks and now when the drunk and the homeless have washed up in the lee walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth high shouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about, now in these sootblacked brick or cobbled corridors where lightwire shadows make a gothic harp of cellar doors none shall walk save you” - Cormac McCarthy.None shall walk save you…
It’s all bout dat Faulkner tonight.
This evening I had the pleasure of catching up with my good friend Grace. It’s rare for us to both be in town at the same time these days, and it was a pleasant evening swamping road stories, talking about this and that, and hearing some of her newest tunes. Grace is one of those souls you feel honored to know and call a friend. Here’s to friendship,
| This Morning At Work |
It’s a good Monday morning. Everyone’s tired but smiling here and there in our shared exhaustion. Rosie put on her typical Monday playlist, the temptations, Gladys Knight and the Pips, Smokey Robinson, The beach boys; the golden oldies my mother always played on her record player when she cleaned the house and I still played with GI joes. The kitchen is cooking already, steam and the sound of water boiling. None of the waitresses are here yet, and the familiarity and the joking in broken English reminds me how much I, at times, enjoy this in-between position I’m holding. They respect me, and like me, and that feels good. The notion is mutual. We’re all trying to kick ourselves into work, and sipping coffee and talking slowly about our weekends between the unloading of boxes with prep and wine and the mixing of the sangria i’ve made for what seems a million times, makes all of this seem a lot less like work and a lot more like family. A unit. A well oiled machine we all know how to run but are feeling a little lazy about this morning. Our laughs and lives and things outside of work seem more important, but like trained little soldiers we all methodically carry out our morning duties with domestic hands and blind eyes. The restaurant lights arnt on yet, and the bar and kitchen absorbe a foreign natural light that makes it all seem like a home, but soon it will be full of strangers eating and meeting, clanking dishes and buzzing recipt printers; the bustle will lead to busy feet, and we’ll all stop talking and the rhythm of it all will take over until before we know it, it’s quiting time and we clock out and go back into the world with cash in our pockets and another day as a transient employee behind us. But for now it’s “ain’t no mountain high enough” and “you really got a hold on me” with coffee and the cutting of fruit and this community of tired eyes hungry for what’s next.
Sunday studio life.
She’s a babe, and she can swing a hammer. Scored.
Helped out Ash with her headboard today. These Sundays spent working with our hands have been relaxing ends to busy weeks. My Dads been doing an awesome job helping Ash out with some
of the details. What a guy. Here’s to a good week for all you followers out there.
"Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as a fair proportian suspect, pity; and still fewer know that happiness in love is not the absolute focusing of all emotion in another: one has always to love a good many things which the beloved must come only to symbolize; the true beloveds of this world are in their lovers’s eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child’s Sunday, lost voices, one’s favourite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory."
These backyard rehearsals are great. Trying to enjoy them as much as we can while the weathers bearable.
#wokeup #congestedasfuck #happythursday
I love my Tacoma, but having a land cruiser would be pretty neat.
New songs. New songs. New songs. All night long.
Grabbed lunch with Ash today and was happy to give her a hand with a headboard she’s making for her bed. She found some old fence wood to make it with and it’s looking pretty dang good. It sanded up nicely and the different colors she’s getting from the satin finish look really pleasant. It was nice to work with wood again. Can’t wait to see how it looks when she finishes.