Rock and Roll Lifestyle
September 2, 2003 |
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So, it's back to work after the long weekend and the big rock annd roll show on Saturday night. I must say it is hard to be back in front of a computer today. For a few minutes on stage the other night, I felt transported - like I was somewhere that I was always supposed to be for that small window of time. In that 45 minute space of time, I was not nervous, I was not thinking about anything, but being right there. It seems like a simple thing, but I find there are few things for most of us that give us that kind of experience --- the sense of knowing that you are doing what you are meant to be doing.
There's a new energy moving inside of me musically these days -- a new kind of confidence. I can't explain how easy it is for me to write songs these days. It's like one day they were all just there waiting to be written, when the day before they were nowhere in sight. I think being around such amazing people/musicians as Tom and Chris gives me a belief in myself and what I do that was not there before.
Sunday we took the boys down to the High Museum to see the Ansel Adams exhibit. Ian was bored out of his mind, but I don't think he suffered too much from the expansion of his cultural horizons. Dylan loved the MARTA trainride down into town. Later that night we watched Bowling For Columbine. Damn, what a movie. I was totally blown away by Michael Moore's presentation of the facts and his courage to raise unpopular questions.
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A Trip to Wayne Henderson's Shop
Funny Blogs and Conversation Ticks
Infinite Possibilities at Checkout
Recording the New Screen Door Album
Dylan Makes Five and Becomes a Knight
Easter Bunny, Bacteria and Other Random Thoughts
Turning the Odometer on my Universe
Old Friends and Being an Artist
Dark Side of the Moon in Decatur
Zen and the Art of Guitar Playing