Thursday, May 19, 2022

No Noose Is Good News


My heart always lead me to the music. My head frequently tried to intervene. Good sense tended to side with my head. Fortunately I've always put the heart in charge and she's never let me down.

These days, when I can sit quietly and patiently, life unfolds and everything is perfect. Wasn't it Miles who said something like, "In improvisation, there are no mistakes"? Same with life. Wrong train? See where it takes you.

Going where it's cold? Take a warm heart.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Monday, May 16, 2022

Sewing Angel Wings


In my dreams we seem to dance often. Slow. Close. If you dance close enough you cast a single shadow. Maybe it's a romantic's version of the blood brother ritual.

Just when I begin to worry that it's all been written, that it's all been sung, I hear those melodies that melt the stars. I'm gonna just sit back and try to act like I deserve all this beauty, all this joy. Here's to the ones who have waited.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Monday, May 2, 2022

Star-Crossed No More


It occurs to me, suddenly, that the stars are always aligned properly. Nothing changes but our perspective. Magic is always present. If you don't open your eyes and your heart, you'll never see it. If you don't share it, it really has no value.

The only sure-fire way to waste your life is to do what's expected of you. Do what they do. Do what they tell you. 

It's all easy and it's all perfect. You have to believe. You have to love.

Saturday, April 23, 2022

Leaving Home

Not much of a wanderer, I guess. Oh, I've seen a few places thanks to rock'n'roll. I've pasted my head onto bodies in exotic places all around the world and I live in a house full of globes and maps. I'm a geographer, remember?

For most of my life, though, I've lived in Tampa. We moved here when I was six years old, my single mom, my grandmother and me. I've always told the story that it was my idea, that the mother allowed the kid to make a big life decision. Now, finally, I realize that I was played. You can't just pick up and move after a life in one place, can you? 

Maxine's heart was in Florida. Sunny skies, warm beaches, a new life. She told friends and relatives that her son wanted to move to Tampa. Instead of defending the move, she merely defended spoiling her son. She had no work. No home. No connections. 

For years friends and bandmates attempted to get me to move. New York. L.A. Nashville. Austin. Heck, London always offered me more than Tampa. My pal, Jimmy LaFave, always enjoyed torturing me as "geographically challenged." 

 I knew, but my heart was in Tampa. I love the place. It's home.

You know what they say, though- home is where the heart is, and now my heart is in Wales. Portugal looks pretty, too.  

I feel sorry for anyone who doesn't follow his heart.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.



Sunday, April 17, 2022

Rasslin' Bears


If, for some reason, you want to wrestle a bear today, you're going to have to travel to Russia. That's not really fashionable. 

There was a time, not so long ago, that you could grapple ol' Ursus right here in the USA. Cherokee, North Carolina. Walla Walla, Washington. Several little roadside attractions along the northern California highways.

Now, no man can out-wrestle the average bear. Most of these semi-trained creatures were relatively tame, though. The bear would tend to squeeze the human with about the same pressure that he was being squeezed. He would whack the fool about as hard as he was being whacked. They were rewarded for their manners. Usually Coca Cola and Moon Pies. Wo to the drunken hillbilly who decided to show off to his sweetheart. More than one sad bumpkin left the ring with bumps, bruises and contusions. If Bruno concluded that his opponent was playing rough, the match was over.

Don't play where you can't win. Throw balls at the carnival. Win her a teddy bear.

Don't ever step too close to the fire until you're ready to be consumed.

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Dog Catches Car


Have you ever wondered what you would do if, suddenly, everything worked out? What if life was perfect? Somewhere in our design, I presume, we are given ambition to keep us going. Purpose. 

Well, sir- I'll let you know.

Eternity is not a real concept, is it? It seems to be something that we made up for comfort. 

Joy is.

Sunday, March 27, 2022

Spirit vs. Flesh

All life's beautiful mysteries converge in  psychedelic array for me at this particular time of my life. I suppose that our past is always clearing the bush for a present, for a future. Every heartbreak and every loss leans in to remind me that nothing is permanent. Loss, in one form or another, awaits every celebration. You have only to browse the dusty family albums in the thrift store for evidence.

Maybe I have acted rashly, with abandon, regarding matters relating to others' well being. I regret having ever hurt anyone else in my pursuit of some precarious paradise.

For the last decade I have isolated myself from most social activity swirling around me. A pandemic sealed the deal. I was almost fashionable. Losing Jamaica and Angel left me alone to figure out who I am and why I am. Obviously that's not a task that you complete. I'm embarrassed to tell you that I've gotten good at lonely.

Oh, there are invitations. Some of them involve a touch of pity and charity. That's alright. It's always very sweet to have someone thinking of you. If I haven't been out and out happy, I've been tranquil. Peaceful.

Now, an angel shows up. I'm reminded of laughter and beauty and all other things holy.

My definition of angel and heaven and ghosts and magic won't match yours. I know that. I know what I believe, though, and I believe in luck.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.