Typical day involved in a typical daydream

Typical day involved in a typical daydream. Do I even want to write about work? Like I always say, I don’t get paid enough to even think about work after hours.

Towards the end of the day a friend of mine messaged me and let me know her and her boyfriend of a year are having some serious issues. Molly said he’s basically said he needed space to figure out what he wants. Now doesn’t this sound familiar in my own life? Hmmm, life throws you into so many different roles until you’ve seen things from all perspectives.

So Molly, I wish you well and whatever happens, do it with compassion and patience. Time will bring clarity and I suppose the crazy part is just enduring the now until you feel whole again.

So we messaged back and forth until I went out to the Gridiron for Thursday night bluegrass. I hitched a ride with Sven in his high maintenance Subaru. The evening was so warm and foggy outside, it was like riding through a fishbowl.

We stroll in and Jennie and Tara are behind the bar. Looked like Kay (who is ALWAYS on the scene wherever in this town bluegrass is present) was training in at the bar. Wiley stopped by fresh from winning an image scanner for his music-sensing light-fountain entry in an engineering contest on campus.

Seemed like everyone arrived within minutes of each other. I was in back playing pool with Sven, Wiley, and Shaggy when Chrysanthemum came in. It’s so nice to see her! After a warm greetings we spoke of Samosas on Sunday for the potluck late in the afternoon at my place (oh shit! I need to send out the email invites!). Sounds like coffee on Saturday is in the works as well.

Frannie and Jasmine dropped in. After accosting Jasmine about her cartoon tie-dye pants, which were actually a nice addition to the rather dark tones of the Gridiron, I wound up gabbing at their table and tossing around notions of a better world and a not-so-distant past when our beloved Anne was still inhabiting our lives on a regular basis.

Wesley Thomas and Thomas Staghorn are a couple regulars in the bluegrass scene and also happen to be friends of Frannie, Sparky, and many other folks I know. Running story-lines past them over one-more-beer, brought the evening to a close and off into the warm-ish Winter night I go, back to the hinterlands of the near-east. Back alone in my grotto, I wander into a quiet sleep. Tomorrow is fast on the heels of today.

mayo on the side

At lunch Jerry was talking about how he was hanging out with Chelsea and her boyfriend and the subject of nylons being worn on her face at night to keep the skin (maxillo epidermis) intact came up. Chelsea’s boyfriend Jeff smiled and told Jerry that not only does Chelsea wear nylons on her face at night, but she also occasionally wears mayo on her ass (! I’m not making this up) to keep the skin soft. Of course this was the hot topic at the bar.

Some guy was over in the corner racking up the pay line in a video poker machine. It’s amazing how annoying the sounds coming from those machines can be. Nearby were two televisions side-by-side. One playing a rodeo and the volume cranked and the other tuned to soap operas.

All gather Wednesday for what sometimes borders on the religious at Steve’s. People just getting down to some real fun music and atmosphere. Funny how such a scene could thrive without the press pouncing on it. A good thing!

Thanks go out Sparky, Shaggy, and Herb for their drink salvation. As fun as it is to hang out at Steve’s and NOT drink, it’s even more fun to drink. 8)

Jennie lent me her Mazzy Star album. Listening to it right now. Amazing! I love it! How did I miss out on this? I used to be THE Jesus and Mary Chain fan, so where did I not catch a link to this?

Ryan was particularly animated after the show. His soundboard feats are second to none. The miracle has to be witnessed by standing center stage about a table’s length back from the stage. It is THERE. Get THERE! You have to feel it.

Jennie and Skeeter were there. Of course Skeeter was there! He’s one of the best bluegrass guitarists I’ve heard live. Was talking to Jen about doing a web site for Thursday nights at the bar she tends which has a bluegrass night every week.

name changer

Shaggy knew he changed his name this evening as did Melanie and Bob and everyone else. Quite a night hanging out at Steve’s Bar. Funny how hopping it was. Plenty of beer and mixed drink folk. Yes, it was quite nice. People actually talking and sipping and just being people. Quite the relaxed scene. Jennie was her kind Germanic self as usual. Full of good and pure spirit, always a pleasure to draw a smile from, easy on the I’s. Tara was a cutie! Indeed, both of them are such a pair, always around with the same grounded earthly energy. Not monotonous, stable.

Elle came by and dropped off Elizabeth’s feline furball earlier this evening before I went out. Her man Phil came along with her. We need more words Phil!!! Miles is quite the guest. Miles likes to place himself into your line of attention. Currently he’s in a battle with my keyboard to see who can get the most attention.

OK, yes, there’s the case of Melanie and her sidelong glances. Seems like some plan is about to be hatched with her. I guess she’s back in school. OK, then there’s Saul who was having a terrific night and even cooked some food up and brought it to share with everyone. His ex-girlfriend Adrienne was there and introduced me to Stephan. Quite the scene this evening. So many more people there than usual. Seems to make Steve’s seem a lot larger.

Bob was telling me about Jim who may be headed out West to meet members of the Grateful Dead family. Seems to be something good in the works.

Had a talk about my first Grateful Dead show with one of the the other regulars. He was quite animated when I brought up the thunderstorm lightning strike on Solider Field in June of 1993 (my first show). He was there as well. Fun how it’s so easy to connect with Deadheads. I guess similar experiences and such elemental experiences were abound at shows.

Shaggy gave me a ride back home and along the way we ranted comedic principles of what the ‘game’ had evolved into and poked fun at the finer aspects of ‘the hunt.’ Seemed like there’s a realization by everyone involved that it’s not so much the destination, but the journey. These days I’m fine with just sitting back and letting everyone else play. It’s just not in the stars right now. Time to focus on other creative endeavors.

People watching is just plain funny sometimes. It seems when the weather is nice you always get more than you bargain for. And that’s nice in these winter months. People have been hibernating too long and it’s nice to see folks interacting again. I think most people feel winter is over. I would buy that. I wouldn’t bet on it. But I would buy that.

Sometimes history repeats itself in interesting ways.

Hell yeah!