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May 2012 Newsletter: Van Gough, and the Southern Swing
Where we're going, the song i'm singin keeps going
til we've found love
Where we're going, clouded vistas turn golden
their tears become love
And all of them changes remind us to face it:
the time has come. . . .
Sitting here at the Hot Spot Diner in Newtown Square, Pennsylvania, biding my time as my brand new 1990 Integra gets checked for road-worthiness, her maiden voyage swiftly approaching. I leave Sunday for my very first ‘Southern Swing’, set to see me across 11 states, and once again offer up the first day of the rest of my life, a life that I can finally say I have chosen with all my mind and heart. Even the aspects of it that include embarking upon a journey spread out over two months and 3,000 miles of back roads and highway, with about three confirmed places to stay along it course, playing shows that— if I’m lucky--might just offer me enough money to hobble onward, on to the next city, driving a car that would’ve been the envy of my friends had this been say, 1992. Yes, I choose it all.
Except for maybe my current soundtrack here at the Hot Spot— nah— I don’t choose that. In fact, it’s this very brand of paint-by-numbers, music-for-the-masses which in part drives me to do what I do: aspirations to sensitize and stimulate ears de-sensitized and de-stimulated by ‘music’ like this, courtesy of EZ-101 or whatever it is we’re rockin to— offering instead a brand of music that nourishes and suggests and challenges and provokes, and maybe, sometimes, serves to soothe just a bit of that which ails us.
It’s fascinating to think how we could live in a world so rich, so full of beauty and depth, and yet have so much of what greets our senses do so with merely a hollow, uninspired thud— leaving us to wander on to the next thing or place or situation or pretty face in search of a simple affirmation of life, a reminder that all is indeed beauty, all is infused with grace. For I suppose that even the least colorful, scentless flower in the bunch has room to inspire, if only we could see it for the Van Gough that it probably is. And under that line of thinking, I guess that leaves room for even EZ-101— who at the moment has decided on a delightful throwback from Bon Jovi, and his unique breed of lighter-waving heart-string-tugging ballad-rock. . . . ;)
A quick shout to my PA crew, I hope to see ya out, waving them lighters later in the week at one of my last two local shows til mid-July, (Thursday @ The M Room & Saturday @ Burlap and Bean) or else, pass the flame on to any friends down south ya think might jam on my groove. . . .
Swingin with it all,
O
til we've found love
Where we're going, clouded vistas turn golden
their tears become love
And all of them changes remind us to face it:
the time has come. . . .
Sitting here at the Hot Spot Diner in Newtown Square, Pennsylvania, biding my time as my brand new 1990 Integra gets checked for road-worthiness, her maiden voyage swiftly approaching. I leave Sunday for my very first ‘Southern Swing’, set to see me across 11 states, and once again offer up the first day of the rest of my life, a life that I can finally say I have chosen with all my mind and heart. Even the aspects of it that include embarking upon a journey spread out over two months and 3,000 miles of back roads and highway, with about three confirmed places to stay along it course, playing shows that— if I’m lucky--might just offer me enough money to hobble onward, on to the next city, driving a car that would’ve been the envy of my friends had this been say, 1992. Yes, I choose it all.
Except for maybe my current soundtrack here at the Hot Spot— nah— I don’t choose that. In fact, it’s this very brand of paint-by-numbers, music-for-the-masses which in part drives me to do what I do: aspirations to sensitize and stimulate ears de-sensitized and de-stimulated by ‘music’ like this, courtesy of EZ-101 or whatever it is we’re rockin to— offering instead a brand of music that nourishes and suggests and challenges and provokes, and maybe, sometimes, serves to soothe just a bit of that which ails us.
It’s fascinating to think how we could live in a world so rich, so full of beauty and depth, and yet have so much of what greets our senses do so with merely a hollow, uninspired thud— leaving us to wander on to the next thing or place or situation or pretty face in search of a simple affirmation of life, a reminder that all is indeed beauty, all is infused with grace. For I suppose that even the least colorful, scentless flower in the bunch has room to inspire, if only we could see it for the Van Gough that it probably is. And under that line of thinking, I guess that leaves room for even EZ-101— who at the moment has decided on a delightful throwback from Bon Jovi, and his unique breed of lighter-waving heart-string-tugging ballad-rock. . . . ;)
A quick shout to my PA crew, I hope to see ya out, waving them lighters later in the week at one of my last two local shows til mid-July, (Thursday @ The M Room & Saturday @ Burlap and Bean) or else, pass the flame on to any friends down south ya think might jam on my groove. . . .
Swingin with it all,
O