It's June Bug Time!!!

On this day, the first of June, just before midnight I encountered my first June Bug. Black and white striped with brown furry antennae buzzing around the back porch slamming into the "turd-berry tree" then bee-line-buzzing into the side of the house, ricocheting off the side of the house, falling ping-pong style between the potted calla lily and the decorative stone. So he gave up and stilled himself for the inevitable. I took a long drag on my cigarette and regarded him lying prostrate on the cement with spotlight glaring down in mockery of his oncoming demise, legs working the air in the last fleeting hopes of saving himself. So I grabbed him, flipped him over and set him on the ground. To which he raised his ass and hissed at me. Then he promptly fell over again and prepared for the, once again, inevitable. So I once again set him strait. He sat for a moment regaining his composure. I sat with him sipping wine and smelling the ocean. In his own June Bug way he took flight directly at my head, redirected, hit the tree four or five times and flew off into the night to conquer the world!

HAPPY JUNE, EVERYONE! IT'S GONNA BE A LIVE ONE!

Friendship means to me

I will only accept what you are willing to give. I will never demand of you, only ask. I will always accept you for exactly who and what you are. Whatever you need I will deliver as much as I am capable of. I will always support you yet give my own opinion. I will act like a jack-ass at times and I welcome you to feel free to do the same so we may laugh about it then or later. If you do not agree with me feel free to tell me so; I may or may not change my mind but will love you regardless. I will always cherish being in your company, whether sitting bored in the hot sun saying nothing, ragingly happy in a new experience or struggling through the unhappiest of times with you so there will be that light at the end of the tunnel. I will always tell the truth no matter what you want to hear.

The Waiting

I sit with my guts in a knot, my hands shaking, clasping and unclasping because there is nothing else to do but wait. My hands do not know how to be still. My mind races and comes back to itself. Every muscle tensed, the line between my brow grows deeper, my eyes wide always open, focused. I've developed a haunted look which I carry always, so much so I've become accustomed to my new look. The waiting is torturous. I breathe and relax for a second, then the waiting begins again. How much longer? Are we there yet? When will I be?

F-ing stagnation

I picked up my violin for the first time in a long time. The technique was still there, though rusty. Why, oh, why did I ever put my violin down?
I have music I've written, composed. I trained to be a concert violinist as a child. Life, as I chose it, did not involve my violin for a long time. I am finally coming back to my musical origins... my bow needs re-hairing, my strings need restringing, my fingers need reminding of what they once knew so intimately. But my ear and my heart are still there. They never did leave. Felt so good, so like home, to smell the rosin on the bow... on the bridge of my violin... the elegance of it's neck perching lightly between my fore-finger and thumb and my chin holding it there upon my shoulder, my bow-arm pulling and giving to the sound of the music I made... Where once were sharp creases across my fingers from the strings are now callused and scarred from other endeavors. Where once there were firm calluses on my neck and shoulder from grasping my violin while playing, it is now smooth and soft as if I'd never felt it's touch. Yet I picked it up today and played like nothing I've ever played before... I love...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Art Project!

Does anyone have any old CD's they want to get rid of? There's an art project in the making and all the CD's available are appreciated.