Left Guerneville today at 11am and picked David up in Oakland. Stopped for a quick bite to eat and it took me about 5 minutes to explode on the subject of prima donna musicians and anyone whoever wanted to be a gate keeper!”Obscure,” I said. “Not in the least,” he replied. And that’s how it went down Highway 5. Poetry and music, the waft of manure over the fall brown valley farmlands. Stop at Harris Ranch to water the animals and more war stories. Rendezvous by cell phone. Hooked up there with old buddy/neighbor Joe running down the highway in his maroon vintage Supra to grab his daughter and friends in LA for the kickoff ROCKPILE show. More road buzz and enthusiasm than real eating. We talked Obama and Anarchy louder than the giant sportsbar TV and athletic surround sound. The guy at a table behind us had the hugest apple pie a la mode. And then we were back on the road, Joe way out in front of us, and my complaints continued about the scene and scenarios and the sad state of the arts. Not a business for poets. And so we consoled one another under a huge Just full yesterday)Moon. Stopping for the night in Lebec at the foot of the Grapevine. MR
Hurray! How exciting. As you ponder the state of the arts, the Rabbles ponder where we’ve been putting our energy, if we’ve been scattering it instead of concentrating it. This came with our collaboration with Rockpile, recent life events like birth & death, recent economic realities like layoffs & the disappointments of continuing Corpocratic culture…..it’s truely a reality (especially for those who admittedly say they play “rock n roll”) that we really can’t play the game and pay for the bills at the same time.
Anyway, so much more to that story. Love again to you all. Eat organic and try not to drink from plastic. Sleep well.
marina