i've been in the lowlands too long
This past weekend I did a lot. I zipped to Burlington on Friday night for an Assembly of Dust show and just danced my pants off.
I wore a long white linen skirt and layered a short batiked one over that. I painstakingly sewed a big square of blue fabric into the lining white skirt so that I had a little pocket for twenty bucks and my I.D. I wore huge earrings, hair down, bracelets, clogs. Hey, it's the concert uniform, really. I danced hard. Five hours.
Seeing this band is nothing short of a complete catharsis. I imagine anyone who is into jam bands will tell you the same thing. I love the energy of jam band shows. The dancing boy hippies. The joy in the room. Because that's part of the real fun of jam shows. Everyone is really fucking happy. And we all love each other for loving this band. I grin like a complete halfwit the whole way through these shows.
I got home at 4, fell asleep at 5:30, got up at 9 to drive to Portland to see my women. We paraded down the docks, clomping on the old woodplanks, talking about important things. Boys mostly. Well... boys entirely pretty much. My feet were so sore from the shoes I wore to the show that I kind of hobbled. So nice of Abby and Llama to take grandpa out for a walk.
Abby made a gorgeous mix. Delicious I say!
I just haven't felt like being stationary much lately. I've just wanted to drive here and there. See things. Meet people. I can't sleep at night, my appetite is all messed up. I just feel restless. I feel like so many things are shifting and moving all at once. Like when the meltwater comes down off the mountain during the thaw and just pushes huge hefts of ice up off the river, shoving them into one another, cracking layers and piling them all in disjointed heaps. I feel like everything inside me is just stacked in rickety frozen chunks already. Who can predict the fallout when the thaw comes?
I wore a long white linen skirt and layered a short batiked one over that. I painstakingly sewed a big square of blue fabric into the lining white skirt so that I had a little pocket for twenty bucks and my I.D. I wore huge earrings, hair down, bracelets, clogs. Hey, it's the concert uniform, really. I danced hard. Five hours.
Seeing this band is nothing short of a complete catharsis. I imagine anyone who is into jam bands will tell you the same thing. I love the energy of jam band shows. The dancing boy hippies. The joy in the room. Because that's part of the real fun of jam shows. Everyone is really fucking happy. And we all love each other for loving this band. I grin like a complete halfwit the whole way through these shows.
I got home at 4, fell asleep at 5:30, got up at 9 to drive to Portland to see my women. We paraded down the docks, clomping on the old woodplanks, talking about important things. Boys mostly. Well... boys entirely pretty much. My feet were so sore from the shoes I wore to the show that I kind of hobbled. So nice of Abby and Llama to take grandpa out for a walk.
Abby made a gorgeous mix. Delicious I say!
I just haven't felt like being stationary much lately. I've just wanted to drive here and there. See things. Meet people. I can't sleep at night, my appetite is all messed up. I just feel restless. I feel like so many things are shifting and moving all at once. Like when the meltwater comes down off the mountain during the thaw and just pushes huge hefts of ice up off the river, shoving them into one another, cracking layers and piling them all in disjointed heaps. I feel like everything inside me is just stacked in rickety frozen chunks already. Who can predict the fallout when the thaw comes?