It’s a beautiful day in California, PA. I just ate lunch down on the Monongahela River and have returned to Jozart just sit and think and enjoy the midday quiet. At night, this little town is filled with the whooping and hollering of drunk college students, and the morning is full of the clankings and growlings of business deliveries – but right now most of the population is in class and silent and I’m Loving the sun and the breeze.
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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Damn. I’m going to have to get someone to remind me what their name is – but they were awesome. The guy in the middle wrote a fucking ANTHEM that I wish I could’ve even half-written, and performed it here at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. It was just one of those songs that made you want to stomp your feet and scream along. Arriving in Indiana, PA, we were pleased to have some familiar faces for the night. Even if they WERE trying hide their youth with manly facial hair. By Pennsylvania, we’d been playing most every night for nearly three months and my thumb was showing the stress, cracking and blistering and bleeding. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
After such a long trip, part of me wonders if it will be strange to be home again. The last couple of days, it’s been nice to have Sharif along, and tonight I pick up Rowan from the train station, but I wish we’d been doing any real traveling with them, and Sharif especially, has never really had a taste of what it’s like to Live like this. I don’t know if he’d like it or not, but I’d sure like to share.
California seems strangely calm this time around. There doesn’t seem to be the degree of drama – or rather – the degree of drama that we’re involved in at least. It’s funny, the smells of this place, the sounds of climbing up their long staircase – all of it is so very familiar and it always feels good to be here, but there’s something missing this time around. I’d hate to think it was that weird emotional level. It feels like there are people missing..
