Saturday, June 4, 2011

Surreal Adventure Ballistically Right

No one could have predicted where this tour was going. But that is why it is a ballistic tour; like being shot from a cannon and no one knows where you land.
Too bad the pic from a friend's phone is of the lowest possible quality, but here is proof I was in custody under authority of Barney Fife.

What more need be said?

There are parts of NC I like as well as anywhere, I think. Rural foothills please me most.

The real story, though, is crossing paths with the kind of friends that are not so common in life. I find myself more fortunate than I might consider that I deserve. From a certain point of view I think one could count me rather rich in the realm of friendships. The kind that would allow me to call for help from anywhere and people would go out of their way to help solve the problem.

When chips are down most acquaintances make rats leaving a sinking ship look like slow pokes out for a stroll. These days find that is not how it is in my life. It has sometimes seemed like anyone professing friendship was only an event of betrayal waiting its time. It's a way of life for many, and those who grew up in Miami when I did seemed culturally to assume that as the behavioral norm. I was by no means the number one victim. It just never seemed quite right. Lot of "just doin' my job", or "nothin' personal, just business" types in that bunch.

If you've been there, you know what I mean. If not, then not.

Maybe I am just realizing who my friends really are more than in the past. It takes some people years to do the weeding that others instinctively do all along.

Anyway, I jammed with a couple of strangers out in some very beautiful country, and one guy was bummed out that I'm a foreigner and passing through. He'd been looking for a harp player and thought he'd just got lucky. Very flattering. We'll see if we can collaborate long distance with sound files. Just some blues mostly, but probably original stuff at any rate.

I'm looking forward to getting back home to my Copper Creek family. They are a good group and I enjoy playing with them.

When it comes down to it this trip has let me know I may be loved more than I realized. That probably sounds selfish and stupid, but if you were me you know what it means and that it is a very good thing. I needed to have this sort thing hammered in. It will make me a better person more than likely. And it makes me grateful, and gratitude tends to make a person happier than not.

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