Flux

Its been too long since I'd seen the country.

Nick Meyer, a beloved bud from back in Wisconsin suggested I go see Derrick Brown do his thang right here in Tennessee. He'd be at Arrington Vineyards for an outdoor poem excursion with beautiful sunsets, wine and fires and folks of all sorts.

I took the trek through saturated green hills, picket fences and horse stables aplenty. I could feel my recent tightnesses loosen and release. I realized I hadn't seen the country, green hills, and big 4-leggeds for far too long. I had found some kind of peace! Finally!

Derrick Brown was no less than amazing. A funny dude, perfect for the setting. A 20-something-people mix of elders and folks like me that I haven't found yet here. I met a nice old couple, Ed 'n Billie, who found my recent move fascinating. They shared all their favorite TN adventure spots and we cheer's to travel and adventuring into unknown territory.

I left with my new music obsession playing in the hills of TN he often speaks of. I was thinking about future unknown territories and questioning everything when this song played : Justin Earle - I Don't Care.

Right on brutha.

The first lights of Nashville were annoying, so I drove more in the country (thanks to roomies GPS tracker!) to avoid my bed and familiarity of the city.

I know for sure what it is now, where I'm supposed to be!

Somewhere else

grandpa's sad heart could beat no longer.
now he sleeps with her again
on clouds much softer I suppose.

wet cheeked

I first recall life in Nashville with Davin (aww Davin!) at the 3 Crow Bar hearing The Felice Brothers. We wet our pants and giddied over these 4 brothers (1 pseudo, Christmas Felice) and their way of dancin and singin and wittying up the crowd with their fine country/americana tunes. Sure, we were obsessed.

They came again last Thursday night. I got re-obsessed (though I never truly fell out of obsession) after seeing their fun ways. Justin Townes Earle (Steve Earles babe) finished up with oh-so-sweet songs with a little now-ish stuff and a little then-ish stuff.

My bum week became much sunnier after Thursday night, and I wanted to share it with some folks I find especially special in TN. The Felice Brothers were to play a Friday luncheon show at Grimey's Record Store! Promises from TN buds to share my excitement, promises broken with lame excuses and unwillingness for new and exciting breaks from the 8:30-5:30 monotony. Once again I got real down about my current friend state, and remember some key folks from The Great White North (as they refer to it down here). Talks with Cord about moving on from past friend adventures and relishing new friend adventures is hard when new friend adventures aren't always sweet.

Either way I came out of the deal with smiles of my own experiences from adventures I chose to take part in. 'Spose things will always be happy and well if I just follow me own gut.

Everything inbetween

After yesterday's up down lift turn whatever whatever whatever class at the YMCA my muscles are quite similar to Arnold's. Except my skin must just be a little to tight to hold them, as it aches at any move I make. Cross my legs--it hurts. Walk--it hurts. Pick up a pen--it hurts. But for this bod, I'll take some sore skin.


Since my last entry I:
updated my website
got a new roomate + dog
got a new car
ditched the old one
continued collab w cord

Sweet Sleeps Forever

I've got my bags packed and my tears wiped and have taken plenty of deep breaths...I am getting ready for an unplanned Wisconsin visit.

My Grandmother's body is frail and she has wished to move on to more comfortable futures for quite some time now. Her body finally granted her these wishes last night at 10:15pm. I'm thinking more unplanned Wisconsin visits will come soon, as my Grandpapa will most likely pass with a broken heart. I'll be sure to give him extra kisses and smiles as it will probably be the last time I see him.

Her singing me asleep to "Away in the Manger" as a child will always calm me, and the rocking she passed on to me and all the other ladies in the family is sure to be carried on. She is a strong, sweet woman and deserves the most beautiful serenity and rest.

Sleep in Peace, Grandma Jane

Rarr Tappin' n Redneckn'

Friday of Those Darlins at the Basement proved a newfound crush. Tap dancing folk singing ladies! Sooo soo good.



Saturday Monster Truck Rally or Nashville Roller Girls or Truck ridin 'n gun shootin'. I might have been a bit timid at first, but that gun warmed right up 'neath these fingers of mine. Maybe someday I'll get me a perty revolver, oh boy! I don't know what I'd do with it though... Maybe just pretend I'm straight thug 4 life.

Weekend of Testosterone

What a gorgeous weekend of 60 degrees and 4 fabulous dudes!

Mr. Chris Wilcox with his buddy's Mike, Matt + Cliff headed their 4 wheeler toward Nashville on Friday for their first honky tonk adventures.

In short:

• Sexy tunes at Alley Cat Lounge remind me of how much I should listen to Otis Redding and the like
• Fido visits = lots of coffee and basking in natural light
• Most fabulous weather ever. Sun and sun and warm skies!
• Anode adventures get me giddy about how fortunate I am
• Rooftops of downtown are bright and fun. They also lock. Unexpected x-treme sport descents in a skirt. Alarms. #4965 saved us from the horse cops
• Pedestrian bridge fills with pretty shadows. It must MUST be like 3 feet shorter than the Shelby bridge.
• Kite flying in big open grass in Nashville's faux Athens. Chris and I almost put to death by a kite.
  
• Vitamin D soaks and soaks and it feels soooo good!
• Mexican Pizzas with cinnamon and mint might not be as amazing as I planned. But still not horrible...
  
• Mel brings hugs and true Tinnisee lovin'
  
• Tootsies Orchid Lounge, of course.
• Layla's Bluegrass Inn, of course. Dancing forever with Matt and Chris! Love love love dancing!
• Apple pie and bacon, etc. at 417 Union
• Big hugs that crush me a little
• Bid adieu to 4 nice boys

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