I am currently going with the flow; the coffee “Juggernaut” was delicious. “Perc” of the job for being awake at 8:00 A.M. for the almond milk, bananas, and shredded wheat. I just flew on an Aeroplane; an A320 for the Foo Fighters, but the words keep slipping from me. I’ll sing because I have a good voice; not because I know the words. It is a motto that is keeping me feeling fortunate today.
I hopefully will create a video of James, Rhett, and Jeff of Squash practicing The Moma Dance; It is without their keyboard player (pardon my spelling) Demetrious. I am fortunate to let the time pass, and creativity to carry me for a few days; if only to capture music for some moments before letting it be resonant to new incarnations.
Playing through the morning is Song Machine; which gives no hesitancy to create a soothe of co-existence in the most unorthodox of times we find ourselves in. It carries a litmus of longing for transcendence amidst the unknown charter that is life; in the works that we commit to ourselves in service of others. Désolé.