Last night we arrived in California, PA just before heading over to the open mic at Lagerheads – they’ve made a room for us at Jozart Studios… offered multiple rooms, presumably because I’ve not been completely subtle about the romantic events that tend to occur up here.
The open mic was fun, surrounded by people that I really, really Love – whether they know it or not. I wish I could take them away with me as sometimes I wonder if the town is good for them. If all the fire and passion and Love that I see them will die away, leaving them pale and pickled in the inevitable alcoholic escape.
A guy tells me of his New Year’s Eve adventure – “yeah, I was driving drunk and drove my car into a ditch – thank God the police didn’t catch me” Dumb ass. Thank God you’re not dead.
In any case, Dave Pahanish is working on a new song on the far side of the studio – and his voice, the snow, a brief call from one of my favourite creatures… she is in high demand and I treasure the contact… the moment is holy. The grey light is like dawn, so it’s like I’ve been balanced on a snowy morning for hours.
