Prescott, AZ exhausted. Jumped in the van the morning after the Hammer show and we were still too slow getting started so ended up in the mountains in the dark at 10pm talking about ‘in time” and “out of time” and shifting chords and what are we going to do in Albuquerque and New Orleans and about sitar in New York, the humble origins of the hubcappaphone…
My head is killing me. It’s 10 am… Oh yeah, the Hammer show was beyond belief, I can’t say enough how inspiring it was to work with these musicians. Bliss, total bliss!! And the audience dug it big time. A standing ovation!!! Yay, ROCKPILE!! And what a treat to see so many good friends in the audience. Surprise visit from Randy Cauthen, a facebook friend, showed up and introduced himself, a real good guy teaches at CSU-Dominguez. Karen Ivanis, Patricia Donnelly and Joe DaRocha came down from Bay Area, for moral support and to join the festivities. And lots of local buddies made us feel at home. A good turn out indeed. But god am I exhausted, can’t unplug my brain. One night I sleep like death and the next night it’s buzzes and jolts and mind movies out of control. Breathe, breathe. “Stop telling me what to do!!” Touchy, touchy. I pity David and Terri for having to be within a mile of my insanity. But the show was great. We’re looking for a video clip from Troy Christian, who filmed the whole deal, and a sound tape from the Hammer for posting on the blog. Hope to have it posted in the next couple of days. Hey, You ought to have seen David swing (I was going to say “rock” but I am trying to be musically accurate). And Terri don’t forget I love you. Oh my head is killing me. Help, help. I can’t stop going and I don’t want to stop–MR
Definitely, water, lots of water. Slept again last night so I have hope. We’re camped out in a Quality Inn, big desert outside the window, have wifi so hope to catch up with slow postings. Wish you guys could have been on this trip with us. Keep us posted. Love to you all, Michael, Terri, and David
In Humboldt with Blue Heron over the Mattole with friends and kids and guitars. Maizie now sits with her guitar and “jams” with us. My pride and excitement the same as the Heron’s dip over the river’s dives, the shallow shadow bending with the sun while I watch my two year old become intrigued with the thrill of collaboration and the joy of passing time without schedule.
Catching up with the Rockpile blog while Maizie sleeps and J. & Jamie & friend Jim listen to Cuban radio. How I’d love to be a fly on the wall (actually a bird outside the window) watching David’s swing, Terri’s contagious laugh and Michael’s head spinning around and around.
Right fuckin’ on people! Drink water!
love.
marina.