I look out of my north facing window. I see the dark brown run-off; the last few days have been beautiful and full off life and love. I wonder how the fishing is.
Respectfully, I just wanted to take this time to thank all of you for being a part of my life, in the actual meeting or just in passing, or on this fault-liner world of cyber space.
As a performer for close to 30 years, it takes a grand toll on the physical, spiritual and on all senses, to touch people you never meet at any given time, to keep the strength up constantly like a politician with an endless term.
Audience and fans with their energy thinking of you like a lost, long gone lover is powerful. Although, you just never know how powerful it really can become until much later when you’re tattered and laying on the battle fields hoping that the buffalo will roam again, and maybe Elvis might just show up, scraped, with a look of fright tattooed, almost unrecognizable with a bottle because he knows how it feels.
When I first started out, it was long before cell phones, email, WIFI, fiber optics, Starbucks, and post cards from the mid west saying, “wish you were here my love…”
There was no doubt in my mind, while day dreaming as a boy fishing the banks of the same stream that I’m looking at now, that what I wanted to do was perform. It seemed like a job suited for me and I was always quick with the comment and a bit arrogant, good with my hands and a pocket knife so figured I could make a simple living of making music and selling my flutes. Read More→