Maybe Someday Baby
The end of another great weekend has drawn to a close. First off last week ended with a Stevie Ray Vaughan victory in the pumpkin carving contest. I was not only awarded with a full day of paid leave, but much to amazement and excitement, SRV’s old band Double Trouble got back in touch with me regarding my art work after I had forward the pictures on to a web focal for their website. From there they sent the pictures over to the band as well as to Martha Vaughan, Stevies mother.
I cannot tell you how wide my smile was when I heard back from the very band that played aside Stevie for so many years. My heart sank, my lips curled upward, and a tear came to the corner of my eye. It just goes to show you that when you put your mind and heart into something you love, and you never ever look back – amazing things will happen. As in pumpkin carving, as in life.
Thank you Tommy and Chris. Thank you from my heart.
Saturday was a day spent listening to the load of music that I acquired last week as I cleaned my room of all that had piled up over the course of the week. Music is my hobby. It’s my passion. It’s my life. Here are just a few highly recommended additions that I picked up the last several days....
*Eric Sardinas - Devil’s Train
*Chris Duarte - Texas Sugar Strat Magik
*Alligator Records - 30th Anniversary Collection
*Johnny Cash - At Folsom Prison
*Harry Connick Jr. - The NY Big Band Concert
*Deep Dish - Moscow GU021
Even with all these recent musical purchases, my wish list at Amazon is disgustingly large. Better to pick up a few new albums than to blow all my cash on pussy and beer I always say.
On Sunday I nailed a two-hour hike in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains all the while braving Seattle’s heaviest day of rain in perhaps years. Rain has never dampened my spirits, pun intended, but it would be quite nice to spend this time of year without it. It leaves behind a wonderfully refreshing smell that not even the most provocative perfume could rival, and it’s obviously essential for the fine foliage and greenery that this area enjoys so much. But every now and then I get to thinking how nice it would be to see the sun. Call me crazy but the occasional sunbeam is a much more attractive element than a raindrop is or ever will be.
Despite the rain, the route was quite cool. It wrapped itself around an old mining community that was turned into a missile silo during the Cold war. There are also caves, old mine shafts, and waterfalls all over the place. I’m not sure if growing grass on top of an old nuclear missile silo is the smartest inclination that man has yet to come up with, then again man is not always the most intellectual being. Just look at Osama bin Laden. And think, for the lack of one fifty-cent condom we have to put up with his shit. What a shame. Where was the Trojan man when Mr. And Mrs. Bin Laden were banging away on the hood of their camel ehh?
And to end on a happy note, it looks like the Arizona Diamondbacks have knocked of the New York Yankees in this years World Series. A tip of the hat is off to them, despite my distaste for the sport of baseball. I guess I just hate the Yankees so much that watching them get beat is fourth only to music, wine, and women. Fuck the Yankees.