Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Mile HiGh!

Having to see shit get stripped from every decent source, and losing our most valuable resources can be very weighing. But times like this give hope and light to what I get into, and wish others would too.
This shit is too ill! This was the sunset on Sat. at the continental divide In Karlarado. It was the day of my friend's memorial/wake. and I chose to go play instead.
I'm pretty sure thats what he would of wanted me to do. I met alot of cool folks, and a bunch ov brads, but all in all, it was a kick in the ass. High lights include meeting Mike Gordon, (Just kidding he's a schmuck) being back stage with spearhead, The roots, Dave Matthews, Josh Ritter, and pretending to be Mikey Franti to get a free beer! ha! And then the next Night I said I was Black Thought And I just got off stage. I really was expecting the bar keep to be like" Shut up buddy! Back of the line!" So yeah, Me 5'7 1/2 Half Mexican. Both them cats Black as hell! Franti is like 6'4, with dreads!
What evs free beer.
Flogging Molly was by far the best show tho. I just wish I could catch them at a hole in the wall somewhere. I need that In your face Irish punk/folk that almost makes you almost cry, and then smash the person next to you.
Also during the sunset I turned 180 degrees and saw 1 cloud on fire!
I am convinced It was my boy topp saying, its cool I missed the memorial, and He was there with me! I have a new found love for Denver, despite all the rednex, crackheads, and Hot ass weather. The people out there are doing the best they can with what they have. I didn't meet 1 asshole or bitch.
Except Mr. Gordon. He looks like a cho-mo
Acts like a punk
And probably is both.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

R.I.P. Topper

Country fair has always been about Family, friends, good food, and of coarse the party. This year everything was in perfect order, until Monday morning.
I was told the news of my friend passing away In his sleep the night before, and his mother finding him that morning. First reaction was plain fuckin RAGE! I threw a beer can across the camp ground, and started walking away from everyone (Everyone deals with this news differently). I thought I could walk it off some how. I was wrong My heart hurt sooo bad I literaly buckled into a sobbing pile.
Another soldier gone in my life, but he was a different kind. He had LOVE for everything, even people that ripped him off and hurt him.
I always seen a ear to ear smile on his face upon meeting him in any circumstance. Even when
I know he was hurting. He confessed to me one time about his habits. And told me he "wasn't sure how he got this far" and that he wanted to let me know he would be okay. That was 2 years ago.
I never had a friend coach me through depression like he did. Most people will tell you things will get better with time, he didn't. He went with me on a journey that was suppose to freak me the fuck out. It didn't, It showed me clarity In myself, and how to heal faster.
I miss my friend. The last thing he said to me was "Thank you for everything you do brother, I love you" gave me a big hug and was In the wind.
Today I'm using every bit of teaching he put down to get me through this.
Hopefully fair next year will be better, but always in my mind Monday morning will be a little blue.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The REAL Summer!

I have officially took a blood oath into enjoying my summer "by all means nessacary". Fair, Karlarado Mile high, Black sheep, Baltimore B-day, Squaw lake, Seattle Bumpershoot. If I came back from all this still a wet blanket, I should probobly just go check myself into a ol-folks home.
My major highlights Im looking foward to are meeting Bill Kreutzmann In craft lot where I camp @ fair.
Than Being Back stage @mile high with the roots. At Black sheep a song request of one of my favorite dead songs of all time. Shirly the no pants having hooker rope swing @Squaw lake...Just to name a few, Ill try to document it all with flix.
Until then, Be good and be good at it.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Peace, love, and respect......

Eeewwww hear we go! Fresh out the blox and bustin threw bricks like tha koolaid man.
Iv found that life on the grizzly rodeo circuit, comes alot of fair weather, halfway hommie, fence riding, backstabbers. Oh not to mention parasites, leeches, and status climbing weirdos.
I'm cashing in all the chips on my shoulder for the rest of the year, for what you mite ask? Not revenge, but for piece of mind.
Iv traveled way too many worlds to let these kind of people get to me. I'm a very peaceful and giving, so one could see why I wanted to hire hole diggers when My crib got broke into while I was In N.Y.. Months ago In my family's art gallery there was a show called the forgiveness project. It was crazy every ones stories about the their tragedy, and how they did just the opposite of what everyone expected them to do.
Forgiveness is a very powerful thing, I would say way more than Anger.
I always say "I don't have time for this shit" I really believe that when It comes to drama, anger, and sadness. The last one being the hardest to curb.
i DON'T HAVE AN ANGER PROBLEM! I don't walk around all day waiting for someone to slip up and piss me off, I do react a little gruff when crossed, or disrespected. And you better have your entire entourage with you if you hurt my family. I am a protector of my community, If you live in my neighbor hood, its probably like having a savage dog on guard @ all times for a neighbor. (With really cute, and loud kids).
This has been a crazy pivot point for me this last year, but it seems like I pivot every 2 years. Twisting and winding I can see some light, I got a credit card for the first time (Its a pre-paid hahah) But now I'm paying all my own bills, I mean not just with my loot, but actually paying them by myself. Now if I could only get this licence thing figured out.
I miss my dog, but he's living on a hillside with lots of room to run @ my favorite place on Earth. His dad Is burried there, and the owner of the property says she can hear him running around @ night (Scary right). Its tight because It gives me just another reason to go there.
My children are getting sooo big, I'm just praying to some Invisible god, (most likely the Santa clause looking one) that they are good teenagers like they were good pre-teens.