Gimme Rhythm... Gimme Rhythm!

COWBOY MOUTH is comin' to Petaluma tonight! This New Orleans Rock and Roll band is not only a bunch of folks that I have loved since the very first time I heard them, they are the band that brought me though the sadness, struggle, lostness and turmoil of post-Katrina living with songs like Home and Avenue.

Now... with a new album called Fearless... they're coming to this current Home of mine with new music like I Believe and a rip roaring show that I am insanely excited about.

I'm feeling like a kid in a candy store.. and it seems to me that's exactly how Cowboy Mouth would like me to feel... because I AM glad to be ALIVE.

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They play San Francisco's Slims tomorrow night... so hey... GO!

The World Has Truly Changed!

Sweet Release!

I had nothing on this blog yesterday to celebrate the transformation of everything we know because I woke up yesterday morning with some strange illness that barely even let me lift my head up from the pillow. Increasingly, over the last eight years, and most especially over the last several weeks, I've been holding my hopes, dreams, longings, and desires like holding my breath to duck dive under Ocean Beach waves. When the polls in California closed Tuesday night, I knew we - as individuals, as people, as a nation - had indeed overcome.

Underneath it all, I think my body knew that, for the moment at least, it could rest.... by Wednesday morning it had collapsed.

I lay in bed all day listening to the radio, attempting to watch television, falling asleep, waking up, strangely disconnected and constantly weeping.

What an amazing moment. What a wonderful day.