I’ve been visiting my family these past few days. I love my mom, and, I haven’t been back east in three years —these trips take some adjusting.
I already miss my peeps from home. I can’t wait to hug them all—and to breathe air from the big sky—and to just be quiet and let love fill up the spaces.
I miss space.
I am going to a wedding this weekend, and seeing some old good friends, and, it is all happening in the Hudson Valley. Originally, I thought of going to New York City, but after watching the heatwave happen here last week, my NYC idea faded. Then, I thought about the beach, but I knew if I saw my family first and didn’t stay in NYC, that chances were big that the beach wouldn’t happen. (For some reason, whenever I am in the presence of family, my ability to move and make clear decisions slows way down, and the first two days I was here, it rained, and today, it was chilly – so, that also knocked out the beach idea).
What’s the best thing to do when you can barely think and the weather is crappy and you’re visiting your mom who is a smoker and you are not? Look through boxes of stuff to see what you can find. I’ve been looking for two things mainly — old vocal exercise tapes with my coach Don Lawrence and videos of my performances. I found neither of those things. I did find one box with artwork and journals that have moldered and mice have made nests of, LPs that Chewie the pet rabbit has been snacking on, and, (redemption!) photos that are in pristine condition of my band The Halfbreeds!
Scanning has commenced, along with laughter and a torrent of stories!
Also, today, after two-and-a-half days of no alone time or quiet, I managed to steal away and just listen to night animals. Magic! (More magic – cherries and tomatoes! They are so tasty out here!)
How come, when I need it the most, I forget to meditate? Tomorrow morning, just like I do every morning at home, I will meditate and write. And for the rest of my time here, I will meditate and write.
Listening to the night started this post and call-and-response between my friends Arnie Mostowy, Aaron Campbell, and me:
lightning bugs, birds, and bullfrogs.
Van Halen, a duelie, and me
sugar, spice, and everything nice!
two TVs, a guy yelling, and cigarette smoke
Shotgun, zerg and you
clink of ice, bag of dirt, and leather jacket
Two turntables and a microphone
Bag of ice, Budweiser and leather jacket (Not the cold ice either….lol)
where it’s at, glory box, and naked lightbulb
The Damned, Van Halen, and Molly Hatchet
ice skating alone, half shirt, and New Jersey
slowly unscrambling old data, Kryptonite, and tequila.
photographs, yellowed paper, and sun screen.
strawberries, cherries, and an angel’s kiss in spring . . .
I love collaboration!
Thanks for reading! Have an amazing week.
3 thoughts on “Born on a Thursday #24 ~ All Shook Up”
Holly, great post . . . reminder of many return visits, and playing in a punk/ska collaborative . . . the raw dogs . . .
great name! I was in a band with a couple of friends for a short time called the Moldy Dogs. 😉
On Great Band Names:
Poet & teacher Tom Clark (long time San Francisco & Berkeley fixture) went one further, c 1970: “Dog Smegma.” Needless to say, “the raw dogs” and “the Moldy Dogs” vastly to be preferred! (would loved to have caught your shows!)
Who can forget the wonderful “Names for Bands” list by Jello Biafra (best name ever!), late of Dead Kennedys (not too shabby a name, either), in the eponymous track on his 1987 spoken word album No More Cocoons? (See at link below) :
Then also: “Millions of Dead Cops” (friends of Jello’s, naturally), self-censored to “MDC.” Might as well have been “Scrapple” — which really is akin to jello! (think about it). “Buckwheat Zydeco” is great, but I still love the downhome directness of “Swamp Thang”!