Man.
It would be tight….and kind of cold…but…we could save a lot of money on our family vacations if we just rented a van when we needed a place to sleep in a strange city.
How cool is that?
I never even considered that option.
Dude! You’re a genius!
This is like the most opposite of what I do.
I’m stressed and harried….hurried between mailboxes.
Pee-cup drug tested and over-caffeinated…
Aware of every bump in the road.
This guy is most probably under the influence of marijuana…and look what a mellow time he is having cooking these vegetables!
I’d like to cook some vegetables, too….
They say “airtime” when it goes on your TV…
This guy is moving through time at the same speed as the air.
You go, Rastaman!
You go….slowwwwwww and easy.
My buddy John and I listened to his brother Tommy’s Allman Brothers album…and then we put on an album by Captain Beefheart…and John scratched the heck out of it with his pocket knife.
That’s being a critic at it’s most basic and honest level, right?
Scratch this record.
Beefheart was too weird after the Allmans.
Here’s Kandace Springs doing a live performance at David Sanborn’s home studio.
MUSIC!
Man….I love music so much…
Awwwww….this is so great and so weird and…so great!
Puddles Pity Party!
Who knew?
I discovered this guy…Paul Thorn…the other morning.
Son of a preacher…nephew of a pimp.
That makes for an interesting person…and…a good artist.
I like this guy.
Good stuff.
What can you say about this one?
We need to learn how to treat each other better….walk a mile in our neighbor’s shoes before we suspect we understand them.
I need to learn a lot of things.
Man.
It was brutal at work yesterday…
Rain and a bunch of packages that weren’t designed (or boxed) to fit in a Jeep Cherokee…too long a route….too many dirt roads…too many steep dirt roads…too long a route…TOO LITTLE TIME….
Arghhhhhh.
I’m a whiner…but…I don’t like a day that starts off frantic and maintains frantic-ness until it culminates in a mad (and, somehow, even more frantic) dash to the finish line where I’m just barely making it back to the truck with my outgoing mail.
That’s not a way to live.
Pushing down the frantic so I can cope with the day takes a lot of energy, too.
Pushing down the temptation to panic and really blow a gasket takes a lot of energy.
I wish that I had a long river to skate away on most of these busy days.
I don’t know if they make rivers long enough, though.
How far could I go?
This is a really nice cover…one of the nicest.
(River…cover by Sierra Eagleson.)
Before you start singing….put your cigarette in the ashtray.
Man, times have changed.
That would be kind of cool to put on a show in front of a full orchestra.
This “old school” stuff is fun.