its my other daughter’s birthday today. 9 years old.
these daughters make this world a better place. they have shown me a view through their eyes that the world reflects on them. they illuminate how the woman beguiles from the get go, the natural care they apply, the dance they possess and such smiles that only inspire.
the morning remains me in that blur state of missingness.
but it’s a rare stopover that allows 3 nights in one place.
we take in some of the town again. the women really do look that way. that lip flounce that bounce in verbs that moan into sentence.
we get fetched early for the sound check. and stay there all day till we play. its like a space station with intergalactic sounds and everything blipping in that confine.
at sound check i dump out new songs all over the stage and it’s a great relief to play these newer things. i have been collecting them since i’ve been out on the road this time, and there are a lot for some reason:
“looks that way”
“forever and a day”
“plane of existence”
eventually our time comes to proceed.
we start up the set with great slam, then slide into the new ones for sheer gamble. we are playing way too well tonight. we never need rehearsal anymore and sound tight when called for. the crowd is very sweet. i speak slow for good measure, don’t wanna lose anybody. mid-way through there was that noticeable dip in energy. i think that’s what it is. more like a sonic hole in the road. a veer. a speed bump.
but no one notices it consciously, but i am certain they do subconsciously.
and then we get it back up and slinging, ending with a dynamic “swamp thing” that lately plays sweet homage to little feet and lowell.
the set done and stuff getting packed up, a full sweat soaks the cloth, and then its time to buy some more plane tickets online while the online is good, and finish up the rest of the insane entangle of travel for these 2 months. a last glass of beer to cheer the posse clustered, and then we head back to hotel land.
a tired old walk then, back to the place satinlas, all done up in its glory light and sparkling gold leaf. take in the cool evening and then spend the remainder of slouching moments at the 2 palms. not bad.
off to sleep then. the next day i have not figured out yet. everyone has a ticket except me. its one of those days i couldn’t figure out way back when where it was i should be. so. i will leave it for the morrow and see if i get on the plane with the boys then at 1:45. almost sounds like a plan, if i knew what to do once the train hits paris. flights have gotten expensive to go anywhere that may care.
i will let the realm of sleep discuss the matter with its unconscious good self.