God willing, it’s going back uphill soon. Superman’s in a pretty bad rough patch, there’s not been such good news this week, and he’s feeling really crappy. With all this tests, we’ve found more cancer, in more places, but when Dr Langer is involved, there’s a plan. (although I hear the Hurley’s pool party was pretty awesome!) Here you have it.ġ.7 liters of fluid drained from his right lung (and again 1.5 more) Good thing too, because just after the most fun week ever – came the least fun week ever. Nothing better than gettin’ down with your friends! Luck us, getting to Jazz Fest this year, lucky us! Sometimes you just need a care free soul filling weekend away in the sun, or in our case the driving pouring rain- to put it all in to perspective and remind you- life isn’t about passing the storm, it’s about dancing in the rain. The days we count down the days, and the days we recap it. “Thank God we have Jazz Fest.” and the days preceding and following it. It’s been so great to get out and about with our gang. Music has been so much for us through our relationship – totally our common bond. Perfect Thursday evening -in preparation for the Lettuce show at The Blockley – he told the doctor the other day “music is my medicine” Making memories and laughing with your friends is what we ALL live for! He’s so right. Superman is currently rocking out to Anders Obsborne in the other room, windows open, sun shining on him. Its been a crazy freakin’ upside side down and right side up again kind of week here in 08033. We’ll be missing some of our regulars, for sure, but will carry on for you, and you newbies, we just can’t wait to bring you into our world! There is just no place like New Orleans, get ready to live a little piece of your heart down south. Right there at the edge of the stage where if you tilt you head the right way, you might just catch a peek of that setlist taped to the floor by the mic. The intention and energy behind the music, the easy attitude of the people, the smiles of the faces I see but once a year, front row, loving it all as big and full as I do, like we’ve been waiting for this week all year – because we have. Something about that Crescent City that will hold my heart forever. Tradition, history, culture and new experiences. The horns, the heat and the slow steady vibration that you can feel in the streets, the undercurrent. There’s a piece of my soul that is only fed with the music of that city. Looking so forward to this week’s adventure in New Orleans, filled with sweet sounds, get downs, great friends and good vibes. I’ve always been a sucker for a set-list. They hold memories recalled in my body, thats the magic in the music, its a full body experience for most. They represent so much, a little slice of time, not unlike the photographs. Most times I know what show they were from, who we were were with, what we were celebrating – we were always celebrating. Today I found three separate catalog pages, in three separate books, all featuring the same beach towels I’ve had my eye on for years. Photos, of memories past, placed for safe keeping while traveling away from home as a daily reminder of my people. Dogeared, filled with post-it’s paperclips and things of sorts. The place where magic happens apparently, but a story for another time – the side table story that is.Īlways a stack of books, favorites or to be read, some have tattered, from a drop or two in the bathtub. Possibly the most constant piece in my bedroom, other than my bed. Today it was the little shelf under my side table. Crazy, 21 months later and I’m still going through things. Layer after layer I go through his things – It’s not a job that I dread, it just takes commitment and care, and often a lot of thought as to who to give things to, so – chunks of time.
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