Hello everyone, everywhere,
This week has been calm, which is extraordinary in itself. The music has been awesome. It’s fun to go back, and that’s really good because I think I’d lost that for a long time. But now I’m really enjoying myself. I’m so proud of Daniel who has produced incredible music for the last month. That’s what he and I both wanted from him, and it’s working.
Some days I feel like I can’t close my hand but I never tell anybody because I have to do what I do. I write and I’m a drummer. It just happens that I’m left-handed and it’s my left hand that’s the problem. But I’ve found people who make my life better and help me deal with all the pain: Alisa my massage therapist, Laura my physiotherapist, Suzanne my reflexologist, Dwayne my chiro, and Doc C who watches out for everything. Of course, I always have Michelle and Dean; together they’re invincible so they make me feel invincible.
There are always reasons someone might need all of these people. It’s unfortunate that I know these angels only as people taking care of me because it always reminds me that I need a lot of work done. That’s it.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.
I HAD TO GO
It seems like yesterday yet it has been many years. The streets I grew up on changed. My life, different in the blink of an eye. I made choices in the thunder and the rain. As a husband: usually wrong, settled for, in obscurity. I must have failed a lot of people in that last life. Very quiet…okay then.
One door–oh you know what I mean. Even though I’ve had to crawl my way back, now I carry myself with pride. My memories were taken so I learned to look ahead.
Clock is ticking–only I am here to hear it. Doubts? Doubts are what push me. No one there? I talk to myself. Not great, but it works. Even though I know I’m talking to the wind I’m just saying, well…fuck it. Time to move on.
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).