Sunday, November 26, 2017

My Main Man

We went to the edge of Lake Pontchartrain as the November sky slowly turned red wine red. One more shot of beauty for the road. I suddenly felt ready to head back to Pennsylvania and see what was waiting for me there. The news back home was so bad that I didn’t know if I’d have a chance to see my dad again, let alone wish him a happy sixty-fourth birthday.

Among the chaos, I found my goal. I focused my intentions on bringing music to him. Bringing back to the guy who brought it to me in the first place.

Monday, November 20, 2017

New Orleans Part II

“I got ‘the look’ from the doctor. Like, into my soul.”

We’d shown up in town on a Tuesday morning and people were already partying. We started at Cafe du Monde, immediately covering my trip uniform - black dress shirt, black pants, and black jacket - with powdered sugar from the three beignets. I made a light attempt to clean it off, but decided to just allow New Orleans to dirty me up however it wants to.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

New Orleans Part I

Some kind of ambient noise on the plane in the key of B, complimenting the feedbacking guitars at the end of this song. I don’t know which town I’m above - that big, bright cloud could be over any number of states in one of two time zones. My body and mind were having none of this early morning travel, Bucks County to Newark, Newark to New Orleans, so I tried to listen to them and satisfy their needs. I calmed myself as well as I could with Pepto-Bismol, meditation, and a podcast about Bela Lugosi. Or was it Pepto-Lugosi, meditation, and a podcast about Bela Bismol? It’s very early.