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.

Say it IS so Joe!!!

I started baseball season this year with my first opening day with Joe Blanton pitching (but of course not hitting) for the American League Oakland As.

I got the chance to see him pitch one other time before he got sent to the (NAtional League) Philadelphia Phillies, and when they made it to the World Series with him pitching... well, despite the fact that everyone else I know is rooting for Tampa Bay... I just had to go with my guy!

To be honest though... I also have a hard time - the pirate or no pirate - rooting for anything from Tampa Bay! Besides... my mom was born in Philadelphia so I've got plenty of cred here.

Last night... as Karen and I were just getting home from a day of gorgeous fall weather, good eats, and soft leisurely time, we turned on the TV just as Joe was stepping up to bat.

To everyone's surprise, he whacks that baby outta the park!

His first major league home run (his career batting record includes 33 at-bats, 22 strikeouts and just two hits, both singles) turns out to be the first world series home run from a pitcher in 34 years! Even Karen, who's busy rooting for TB, had to give him his props!

Then of course, the Phillies (led out in pitching by Good Ol' Joe) went on to clobber The Rays 10 - 2.

Now THAT was the way to end my first real season as a baseball fan.

THIS is MY President!

I am perpetually challenged for the fact that I wear flip flops (or "go aheads" or whatever else you wanna call them) pretty much all year round.

I grew up in Florida and Arizona... and I live in California... They ARE my footwear.

Barrack's from Hawaii and he's got the right shoes on his feet!