So, as I sit here listening to the shittiest “Americana” canned “folk” music Spotify can drum up; I get sad, then tired… then angry. Sorry, I want my misery canned up in a good beat, good lyrics and at least a semi-decent singer… We change the station over to the Grateful Dead…
I think back… reminisce… listening to the mellow sounds of Jerry and Mountain girl, singing sweetly, jammin out… I miss those times. I miss growing in a sector of society that resembled a carnival. Beach bonfires at 4 am that, if you looked around, held witness to a group of goths, hippies, punks, ravers and whoever managed to fit into a car and follow the crowd.
Artists, musicians; the drums brought us here… the poets and writers and the random generally good natured but fucked up person who joined occasionally.
Tonight I hope that the drums will bring us back again. Back to the mix of individuals who could raise a town while writing a novel, killing Final Fantasy and singing all the while with tears rolling down their cheeks.
All we ever knew was to be the example. You can always punch someone in the eye and it feels good, but it feels better to hear a kid want dreds cause you have them. We are that kind of people. I can’t wait to gather at that great bonfire again. I can’t wait to join everyone and see the virtual reincarnation of Van Gogh have a debate with a brand new kind of younger Henry Rollins. The hidden Kerouac plays chess with the oldest version of Marilyn Manson and everyone… Everyone is working together. Working together without even knowing it but its a job that many people have given up on. I have felt the tug myself…
We have always worked together because people are always watching… they have to… We are tall, intense, our spirits suck the air out of a room when we walk in, we know each other though we have never even met.. People stare, the world is watching and we are shadows. Regular people. People who have blended in. I digress…
Whatever the hell it is, it is the future; the future is now and those who I am wondering about tonight will call. I hope that they call me as well… that I will be remembered if there was anything worth remembering me by…
Good Night… Bee, Jerry, Mountain Girl and the Rest of The Dead 🙂