flat tires
nothing like mercury retrograde kicking in at the perfect time and place: midnight on the bay bridge. this instance involving a blown front tire on our trusty honda. cars zooming by and honking, frantic calls to 911 and the highway patrol, all this amidst the pretty downtown SF skyline and the frigid bay water below. thankfully, we were calm enough
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I take for granted believing that amazing artists know how amazing they are. And, in case you didn't know -- "Yo, you are dope!"
It's rough being a real artist doing all the non-creative bits to make it. The publicity, the booking, and all the rest are not cute. But, damn if I don't appreciate & respect someone that puts real work into their career.
Off topic - I appreciate how you are as a person. I've always thought of you as good artist. But what clinched how I viewed you was a point two years ago. It had been awhile since I was involved in the scene and since I was never one of those on stage -- I felt like social pariah. People aren't always nice if you aren't associated with a cool organization or performing group. Of course, two seconds later there you are coming over to me with a wave and the biggest 'what's up sister' hug. I probably looked at you a little funny because I wasn't sure if the wave was for me (and I looked around for sec). For what it's worth, thanks for being a "real" person and real artist. Thank you for treating those that aren't so big as equals --that's what makes you a good soul.
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