Moooooooove

If only I really had this much beer...

Well, it took some doing, but my amazing wife found us a beautiful new house!  It's renting at its finest, but it's a step forward.

Which, of course, brings us to the fun part...

Moving.

And sweet God do I hate packing and moving.

It's time-consuming, back-aching, annoying work.

And it makes you realize just how much crap you really have in your house.

Which also makes you think about why you have all this stuff, and what it really does for you (other than, of course, collect dust and take up space).

And finally, it brings you to the realization that it's not stuff at all that makes you happy!

I mean, if it were stuff alone that made me happy, I'd be a grinning fool, just simply based on the sheer volume of boxes I've carried from one house to another.  And every time I think we've just about got this mountain of things licked, my lovely lady pulls out more stuff from some other nook or cranny that I hadn't even seen before!

It's not stuff that really makes you happy, it's YOU!

You, how you relate with your family, your friends, and most importantly, how you relate to yourself.

Are you making you happy?

And if not, why not?

This is the only life you've got, after all (at least so far as we can readily tell, belief systems aside).

YOU ARE YOUR HAPPINESS.

It's crazy but it's true!

So, while you're pondering that one, I'll go put some more boxes in the truck...

Busy Baby Life

Well, first of all, my apologies.  

I haven't written here in ages; due, in part, to new baby, but mostly because of sheer and profound unwillingness to write.

I haven't been writing music, poems, stories, blogs, tickets, nothing.

And each day puts me further from doing so.  But today, my beautiful 3-year-old boy is home sick with Daddy, and I've been thinking... 

A LOT.

Perhaps too much.   Perhaps not enough.

But what really strikes me today is the source of it all, the crux, the heart of the matter. 

A great deal of it is pure frustration; that sense of having been banging one's head into a wall for too long.  It's a sense of being stymied at every turn, and growing a little more baffled at each new turn of the Labyrinth. 

But yesterday, the woman of my dreams gave me my Valentine's Day present (I've already given her hers weeks ago.  It's half the reason I wait so long to buy anything.  I just can't keep myself from giving it too soon!).


It was likely the most thoughtful gift I've ever received.   She'd gone on my Facebook profile and downloaded every performance picture, every show poster, every music event, and had them all printed and framed.

So I can put them all on the wall in the studio she can't wait for me to have.

If that level of love and support doesn't spark some creativity and hope...

Well, my God, nothing will.

So to those of you who support my music habit and see the shows, I thank you humbly.

To those of you who don't and haven't...

You have no idea what you're missing.

See ya onstage.