I'm obscured by my thoughts, constantly lost in a stare. The conversation isn't good, this is serious. I cannot proceed. Not now...men in black, faceless apparitions line the halls of my mind. Wisping dangerously through the tarnished thoughts. A glint of hope, a trigger of salvation, a break in the normalcy of degradation.
Nate and I went over to MMP to watch some of the Ferrari Challenge. So here is some pictures.
Approximately 9 years ago I was recording a show at 1:30 am on KRCL on tape. I listened to it the next day and discovered a new band that changed my musical interests for awhile. For better or worse the band was Covenant and the song was Dead Stars. It was instantly appealing and somewhat like a harder DM. I went to Graywhale yesterday and picked up Northern Light by Covenant. I listened to it from start to finish and loved every minute of it. So...
I ran the Canyonlands Half Marathon for the 3rd time and one 5 miler. Best time yet. This was followed by an amazing hike to Landscape and Double O Arches.
More! I want More! Listening to the Sisters of Mercy and really enjoying it. After American Midol I need to wash the bad taste from my brain. Even the really good performances aren't that good. I guess I always hope for More! Great Sister's song"More". Most people probably would be appalled by it, so not sure why I love these guys so much.
The quiet hollow cold dry feeling of February came back today. This was the month I left NC and came to the bleak dead land of SLC. A few weeks later I was tearing out hotel rooms wondering what the hell I was doing here. I had that feeling again, triggered by a song from the first CD I bought. Come undone by Duran Duran. I see the beauty of Utah now but it took awhile to appreciate it. 15 years later where do I find myself? A much different person? In many ways yes, but at the core the same. I just need a dehydrator now. I need to make some beef jerky. I need to get on a bike again. See my eyes again..dream alive again. Be ...
Note the trees because... they may be gone sooner than later
I have thought a lot about death and choices this week. I've thought about conspiracy theories and federal auditors. Do people still have their heads buried in the sand unaware of what is going on around them?
I have many things to be grateful for , my mustache, my calfskin wallet with no money, black socks and the surprise flash of freezing water on the faces of us all at work. Thank you..you know who you are. I found lots of good music this weekend, none of which I will share right now. I learned I still love the UFC and want Spike back. Gerald Lund is a good author but a bit formulaic. I ran for the first time in a month and I feel sore and hungry. I will read the Old Testament again this year, that actually excites me. I want to see "On the Waterfront " again. I want to bathe in the River Styx while singing Come Sail Away and Tales of Ulysses. I want to be an American and kick out all the commies. I wan to camp in below freezing weather because I can.
It is with a humble heart I sit down to compose a few words. It was good to be with family this Christmas weekend. We began with Christmas eve at Mike and Shana's. Christmas Day at our home and then a dinner at my parents with all my brothers and sisters and family. Prime rib at Chuck and Judy's on Saturday an then Quinn's blessing on Sunday. I felt at ease for the first time in many years. It was fun, the kids had fun.
So in the current tradition.
So I'm a little late and I wanted to post Rollercoster of love by Red hot Chilli peppers..but I would get hurt.. so Happy anniversary.
This week began the usually busy month of December. So in Random thought order..
List: Bad Leutenant
Impromtu Music Review:
Faster thumping in my ears my heart rate increases, believe, believe believe, you just got to believe. click click click, clack, clack, clack. The sounds reverberates from one-side of my skull to the other resonating in the core of my mind.
Every once in a while life will give you one of those you gotta be kidding me moments. This entire last week was much like that. Sunday church was as usual with Nixon not wanting to sit 5 minutes in a pew. So I'm in the foyer wrestling him and soon to be joined by Nate. One of our visitors who didn't seem to really want to be there came out of the Chapel holding a child and a Monster. Now I'm not going to lie and say I've never tried one, but next time I want a pick me up I'm going to hide a NOS in the diaper bag. I'll never fall asleep again in church. I 'll start breaking out in a sweat just sitting there. Rock on Monster dude. I have also been fantasizing about singing in a metal band.
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