As always, this is a strange time of the year for many people with the holidays coming up. It is also the time of the year when Dad disappeared, now three years ago. When I write those words, I still get a lump in my throat, knowing he's still out in the desert somewhere. I'm hoping this work will honor him, as well as other members of family and friends.
I'm getting used to my little room in Silver Lake, This is the fourth move I've made this year, and it looks like there'll be one more. I think if there is a hell, it will be a continual moving from one place to another. I do wish I would have brought all my tools, perhaps I'll have to make a trip to get them for the build-out. I'm really tired today, I think with the driving, the moving, and shuffling my feet towards the project has finally got to me, so I'll try to take it easy for a day or two. Yesterday, I went to Kent and Nancy's house for some football and some music. There was a friend of Nancy's there, Carla, who is this amazing musician. We were able to collaborate on some songs, and it felt good to play again. I've been playing everyday since June, with the moving I've missed my sweet little martin guitar. Carla has two records out with Arista, so I felt It was a rare treat to play with her. I'm feeling tired but oh so optimistic. Once again, faintly, I can feel the energy out there, once I make a deal for the space, its ON ladies and gentlemen.
Thanks to everyone coming to read and support, I'm just starting to get to some of the other blogs, but it will be a process. Some of the blogs I notice I can not make a comment on, some I can't even read. I'll pick up my knowledge in due time... thank you.