Dying for Connection

  Who? 

  Me?

 

 I am quoting someone 'dying for connection' she said speaking of our human world in a broad manner. Yeah we are. Perhaps literally as I think of the living Earth and how so many people

don't quite get that Life is something bigger than us. Yet here we all are.  Stuck like Brer Rabbit to a Tar Baby. Can't quite stop driving that damn car. Everywhere. Flying everywhere.

 Who me? Bad BP Bad Bad Bad!!! Naughty Naughty. Horrible BP. So let's drive out to the country again like we did last year. Sure thing honey... should we take the kids? Good God Almighty. Just breathe brothers and sisters and if we can take a few more days to just slow it down some. That will be allright. Just slow it down some and if Wall Street has a .... , we got's to slow it down some cause we got no choice when you got no money. It's bigger than all of us.

   

  Besides on an optimistic note Rock and Roll is not Dead. Though the Dead did play at the Seafood Peddler's ballroom in San Rafael last week.  Out here in sweet, gentle, lovely, mellow (Om... Aiiiieeee!) California we have Honey Dust and Chrome Johnson, shout outs to The Royal Deuces, Buddy Owens, Jules Broussard, Stevie Wonder, GailMuldrow to name a few local rockers and more of my own music and a few 5150's to play with.

   Sully Sullenberger showed us how.. on a wing and a Prayer floating down the River. Just doing his job. Faith baby.