Well, I forgot to come here and write for a pretty good while. I’ve decided to start again, but I’m not going to worry about having much of a reason to. I think I’ll just make little boring notes about what’s going on. So, friend, if you come back here to read, keep those expectations low, ok? I also have a ton of stuff sitting in here that I didn’t publish, probably with good reason.
Anyway, for example, this morning it was still raining. I saw deer running through my place which is unusual, because usually they are just nibbling on whatever they can find to eat, including any flower or potted plants they can get to, or maybe leftover vegetables I throw out for them sometimes. So I went out to check and found three brand new dogs pooping and peeing and moving in. That would be fine with me, I love dogs, but my friends often bring their dogs out here to live while they travel, so I figure it’s their territory. I chased the new dogs off. Where would three new dogs come from? I really thought I knew them all around here.
So, see? That’s what I mean. It’s gonna be THAT dull.
Today my son Dustin is coming out so we can rehearse a bunch of his stuff. He’s gonna let me be sideman for him tonight at a house concert hosted by Robert Hurley, about an hour from here. A couple of days from now we drive to Knoxville, couple shows around there and then one in Nashville, then home. Those long drives aren’t as attractive to me as they used to be. I said I’d rather avoid the wear and tear, since I’m already worn and torn. But there’s no other way to do this particular run. After that, a couple more shows, benefits actually. We’re doing one as soon as we get back in San Marcos for the Vets program Dustin is involved with. He provides music lessons and songwriting lessons to PTSD sufferers. Makes me proud. Then there will be a benefit for HAAM, Health Alliance for Austin Musicians. Christmas songs. I’m doing Santa Had A Dream, a strange song I wrote with Savannah when she was a kid, where Christmas, the toys and elves part, is just a dream this lonesome coal miner has one night. In hindsight, the thought of that is a little bleak to be writing with a kid. But it sounds very cheerful, and I told her that probably once the coal miner woke up he started making toys and turned into Santa. And then Dustin is doing that Tom Petty song It’s Christmas Time Again.
I may be babbling by now, plus I have to kick it in the butt and get ready for rehearsal. Cheers!
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