Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Paradise 95967 Chico 95926

Great morning on Monday. Just dug these up. Met with a web marketing consultant who recently became immersed in the guitar and the local music scene.
Downtown Chico, E. 2nd and Main
Old school Sony Walkman
Morning. Look up. Chico.
Chico Gospel Hall
It got freaking hot, so I stayed with a friend in Paradise. Tuesday morning.
Paradise  California walnuts
Paradise California plum tree
Paradise California lavender

After it cooled off a little, I headed back down to Chico.
Lillies of the Nile
Crepe myrtle
Chico rose
Chico Sunflower Chico Sun
Chico hummingbird
At East Ave and Cohassett
At the Esplanade and Shasta
Good morning Mr. Moon.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Western Washington part 2, slight return.


The legendary Tyler. Gav took this picture for us.




It was great to see Korry, although much had changed in the four years since my last trip. I greatly respect him.




"Hi Sam, nice to meet you. Sure, you can take my picture. I just met another woman named Sam, she's really great."

That's Sean, the bass player, wearing his brother's hat, and Gordy with the beard.

You guys made my night, thank you Madison, Sadie, Jabez, Adam. Not pictured, Gordy and Barry. Looking forward to our paths crossing again.

I could try to fix the red eye, but there's so many things I don't like about this camera...but it works great and it 'is what it is.' It was an intense trip. We left Westport at 5am so the boys could make Reno by 5. I pulled an all-nighter driving for my friends' sake, but they didn't make it.



Thank you Frank. Thank you Leroy, I'm glad it worked out.

Well I don't drink as much as I ought to.
Lately, it just ain't my style.
And the hard times don't hurt like they used to.
They pass quicker, like when I was a child.

And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic that morning is bringing
There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground.

The midsummer days ain't so heavy
They just flow like the breeze through your mind
And nothing appears in a hurry
to make up for some old lost time

And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground

Somehow I've learned how to listen
and it sounds like the breeze dying down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the friend I have found
She keeps my feet on the ground.

A Song For Life, Rodney Crowell, 1979, featuring Albert Lee and Willie Nelson.

Western Washington part 1, slight return.

On Thursday, I played a short show with my friends Mandy, Chris and Robert on my old Harmony Sovereign. Then I played a show at Cafe flo. My mom came out and we all enjoyed the kinship of songwriters and friends. Deedee broke our hearts with a few protest songs and a wonderful voice. Later than planned, the boys showed up and we were on our way to Montesano Washington.





Angie.

Montesano Saturday morning.

That's the Eye of Gav.



Hellbound Glory takes a nature walk? What, exactly, is the world coming to?





Amber.

I'll continue with this day in another blog. It was about this point in the day where I slammed the top of my head into a concregte door jamb. Every day miracles...I feel fine though the sound of the thud was sickening. "You be careful," the words of my friend Mark Hargis rang in my head.

Friday, June 25, 2010

One More Cup Of Coffee



Thanks to Ms. Schlossberg and my brother Ben, I'm getting back on a Mac. It's been seven years since I retired my Powerbook 1400cs.

Played train songs in Paradise.





Butte Creek Canyon. This Nikon is much harder to use...

Robert and Chris.

Off to western Washington. You can see my schedule at mylamespace.

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