homecoming flashback... red light cafe
so tonight i went to the red light cafe. best i can remember, the last time i was here was over two and a half years ago. it's soothing and refreshing to feel like some things don't change... that some things are the same no matter how much i change.
i got the same parking spot. there's the same plastic bucket by the door to drop your $3 cover charge in. john madden is setting up the stage and says "hey girl!" when i walk in. bill hoover is in the sound booth and greets me by name without hesitation. "hey lin, how are ya?" as if it had been just last week that we last spoke. the redlightcafe.com web site still says on the open mic page "the taxgoddess calls this her church." man, that was a long time ago.
i think the first time i came here was between 7 and 10 years ago - yet there's nothing new here... a beautiful contrast to the tornado that has been my life. it's a random slide show in my head, images, snapshots over time. different jobs, different houses, different relationships, different perspectives. the house concert era come and gone... from smoking pot to throwing pots. from the days of constant live journal to now just keeping up with life.
the last time i was here was with he-who-shall-not-be-spoken-of. we sat at the two-top against the wall under the thermostat. he wore a dark green long sleeve shirt. i brought my baileys in a yoohoo bottle for my coffee. we did mad-lib poetry. i shared this place with him for a brief time. that's all i remember. now it's mine again.
it's good to be home.
john madden is warming up on the dobro.
"fly,
away mary
oh fly,
away...
go fly away now mary,
to heaven on the wings of a crow..." - {j. madden}
when i think of home, i think of this place.
ghosts. images. video in my head. snapshots. slide show. moving. chemicals. faces. muscle memory. floating. bubble bath. scents. relaxed. transported. twisting road. roller coaster. dirt path. time, continuum. this place holds postcards. different times, same place.
i'm smiling. just... calm. i am getting to visit with this past piece of me that i haven't seen in a long time, who i had forgotten about.
"loosen up that soul.
time to let that heart of dust
rest on the wings of a crow." - {j. madden}
i got the same parking spot. there's the same plastic bucket by the door to drop your $3 cover charge in. john madden is setting up the stage and says "hey girl!" when i walk in. bill hoover is in the sound booth and greets me by name without hesitation. "hey lin, how are ya?" as if it had been just last week that we last spoke. the redlightcafe.com web site still says on the open mic page "the taxgoddess calls this her church." man, that was a long time ago.
i think the first time i came here was between 7 and 10 years ago - yet there's nothing new here... a beautiful contrast to the tornado that has been my life. it's a random slide show in my head, images, snapshots over time. different jobs, different houses, different relationships, different perspectives. the house concert era come and gone... from smoking pot to throwing pots. from the days of constant live journal to now just keeping up with life.
the last time i was here was with he-who-shall-not-be-spoken-of. we sat at the two-top against the wall under the thermostat. he wore a dark green long sleeve shirt. i brought my baileys in a yoohoo bottle for my coffee. we did mad-lib poetry. i shared this place with him for a brief time. that's all i remember. now it's mine again.
it's good to be home.
john madden is warming up on the dobro.
"fly,
away mary
oh fly,
away...
go fly away now mary,
to heaven on the wings of a crow..." - {j. madden}
when i think of home, i think of this place.
ghosts. images. video in my head. snapshots. slide show. moving. chemicals. faces. muscle memory. floating. bubble bath. scents. relaxed. transported. twisting road. roller coaster. dirt path. time, continuum. this place holds postcards. different times, same place.
i'm smiling. just... calm. i am getting to visit with this past piece of me that i haven't seen in a long time, who i had forgotten about.
"loosen up that soul.
time to let that heart of dust
rest on the wings of a crow." - {j. madden}