Haven’t blogged for awhile. It’s been due to this dark, twilight-ish weather than has set upon New England in place of spring. Usually this time of the year, I start to break out my summer tunes: lots of DMB, Grateful Dead, Marley. The good stuff. The sun has gone on a long vacation. It left its sadistic cousin, rainy/cold/windy thing, to watch over us. So I find myself wanting to permanently cocoon in my comforter, inhaling the sweet sounds of The Cure’s “Disintegration” (best album ever) or anything Radiohead. Oh, it’s the spring of my discontent.
For inspiration and hope, I’ve started to think up the upcoming DMB caravan tour. I told my brother yesterday that I must be a super dedicated fan to commit to going into New Jersey and then Atlantic City on top of that. There’s a yoga festival in Vermont that same weekend. Nature, yoga, meditation, great teachers and some great music. Instead, I chose loyalty to DMB. Don’t get me wrong, I am psyched to do a festival and over the moon to see DMB. I am having some fear around going to Atlantic City. No, I’m not afraid because of all the stereotypes out there of this place. My fear is more of an energetic one and one based stories of those who have caravaned to AC in ye olde past.
So, I think to release this fear, I’ll just need to explore and write more about my feelings on this lovely blog site. I will overcome this fear with frantic typing, run on sentences, made up words and the hope that I can only be as witty as Dave’s comments in the middle of a set. Joy!