The world HURTLES forward and I’m sent with it holding on with my hastily sharpened teeth. I’ve been cleaning half-heartedly, moving things around, pulling hair out of my computer and cleaning my action figures. Truly, I’ve become a sedentary animal, and yet there are perks. Long-time friends to catch up with and a safe place to sit and record for other friends.
Regular and not-so-regular gigs, but bookings are going to have to happen soon. Next year’s looking sparse. Mayhaps to tour? SO many have come to rely on us being HERE, and yet I want to leave desperately. Miles and miles done on the interstates and yet coming back to your own bed that night? That’s not touring. That’s a commute.