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It's funny.... you don't post for awhile, but in your mind it's never been as long as it actually is. It's only been two weeks, but seeing "June" on my last post is unsettling.
I had so many words a few months ago. Between a burgeoning/developing love affair and my new record and tour plans.... I couldn't shut up. And now it's like.....I've run out. A bit, anyway. But I can't give this up. Besides... I got my birthday coming up next week. What better occasion to blatantly demand love and attention? ;)
Here we are, mid-July. I made it to the end of the big run. After tonight's show, I can go home and relax for two weeks. Two weeks with no gigs feels like two months, actually. I'll scarcely know what to do with myself. I just fell into the summer touring groove.
It's so much nicer than touring in the dead of winter. And even better when you're touring with other acts. It's kind of like summer camp. The weather is gorgeous, you get a tan and you get to be goofy with a bunch of other people who all feel the same way. I like to feel the grass under my feet before the outdoor shows. I like the pretty boys with cheekbones made rosy by the sun and the shiver of dew as night falls and gives way to summer stars and moon.
I like the way my voice sounds amplified into the cosmos.
We came back home to play New York and Stephen decided to stay behind and remain there. I think it was for the best, as much as I miss him. The touring life just doesn't gel with him, and I've been dragging him around on "The Rufus Train" for far too long, now. He's happy in New York, doing the New York things (which I look forward to doing during my little holiday).
That's the thing with couples....you have to be so careful. The thing which gives you so much joy can turn in on you and eat you alive if you don't give it room to breathe. Stephen isn't my extension.... he's my partner. He doesn't complete me... he complements me. And vice versa.
I guess it's easier for me to be pragmatic about this since I know I'm going home soon. Who knows.... maybe some old geezer will die, leaving a fabulous apartment vacant with room for a gigantic sofa, grand piano, electric keyboards.....and a big honkin' chandelier over the bed.
Rufus wants a new apartment for his birthday. And some Miss Sixty pants. And a day at a spa. And a cheesecake the size of Manitoba. Chocolate/amaretto. With one sparkler.
Please and thank you :-*
I had so many words a few months ago. Between a burgeoning/developing love affair and my new record and tour plans.... I couldn't shut up. And now it's like.....I've run out. A bit, anyway. But I can't give this up. Besides... I got my birthday coming up next week. What better occasion to blatantly demand love and attention? ;)
Here we are, mid-July. I made it to the end of the big run. After tonight's show, I can go home and relax for two weeks. Two weeks with no gigs feels like two months, actually. I'll scarcely know what to do with myself. I just fell into the summer touring groove.
It's so much nicer than touring in the dead of winter. And even better when you're touring with other acts. It's kind of like summer camp. The weather is gorgeous, you get a tan and you get to be goofy with a bunch of other people who all feel the same way. I like to feel the grass under my feet before the outdoor shows. I like the pretty boys with cheekbones made rosy by the sun and the shiver of dew as night falls and gives way to summer stars and moon.
I like the way my voice sounds amplified into the cosmos.
We came back home to play New York and Stephen decided to stay behind and remain there. I think it was for the best, as much as I miss him. The touring life just doesn't gel with him, and I've been dragging him around on "The Rufus Train" for far too long, now. He's happy in New York, doing the New York things (which I look forward to doing during my little holiday).
That's the thing with couples....you have to be so careful. The thing which gives you so much joy can turn in on you and eat you alive if you don't give it room to breathe. Stephen isn't my extension.... he's my partner. He doesn't complete me... he complements me. And vice versa.
I guess it's easier for me to be pragmatic about this since I know I'm going home soon. Who knows.... maybe some old geezer will die, leaving a fabulous apartment vacant with room for a gigantic sofa, grand piano, electric keyboards.....and a big honkin' chandelier over the bed.
Rufus wants a new apartment for his birthday. And some Miss Sixty pants. And a day at a spa. And a cheesecake the size of Manitoba. Chocolate/amaretto. With one sparkler.
Please and thank you :-*