desert dreamscapes

I spent four days in the desert, and every night I dreamt about water.

Old Las Vegas in the evenin'time

Or: New Vegas Ain't Got Nothin' on the Old:
Or maybe: You Might Be Able to Tell From These Photos That
Geometry Was One of My Favorite Subjects:

It's all in me.

Caddo Indian Mound in Eastern Texas
Originally uploaded by Skito.

I was raised in a beautifully decrepid farmhouse in a one road town in rural Arkansas. Also on this very long road which ended at Dooley's Ferry on The First Old River, were sugar cane fields, Caddo Indian burial mounds and the remnants of an African American community that had been established at the end of the Civil War. I had a playmate down the road who lived in a dirt floored lean to with her large extended family. I remember all of these things feeling very, very heavy to me as a child. But I also felt this sort of enchantment, this sweet deep spirit of the land. These are my first clear memories, and most favorite times, of childhood. It's so crazy to be so far away from those times, in so many ways, and look back and realize that not much has changed-- still so much heaviness for the heart and head, but also so many beautiful spells to fall under.

Let's all move in together.

Finished Laptop Jam For Ski Taylor
Originally uploaded by YACHT.

These darn whirlwind weekends. Not really enough quality time, but some definite golden moments. I've got this nice picture and a radical jamm on my laptop to remind me of the awesomeness. BROZE blazed thru-- it was brilliant and heart-sweet. Kyle (Little Wings) blazed thru in his mellow way last night, as well, and we talked a bit about the harshness of seeing friends so briefly when touring, and the difficulty of going deep when pulled in so many different directions at once and having to drive away so soon. We talked about how emotionally draining that can be. I had not really thought of it from that perspective- of the traveler- to do that night after night. I had only thought of: the anticipation of seeing people you like so much, who will play you nice music in addition, of having enough time to take it deeper- but it actually turns out to be super stimulation maybe overload and lack of sleep fuzzyheadedness, and finally a few quiet moments where I finally feel 'settled in' to the vibe of not often seen friends, and 'warmed up' (It takes me awhile to warm up)... BUT IT'S OVER! Poof, gone. The departure leaves me elated, and giddy dizzy. So many good feelings, but mixed in with the sadness of not enough time. Of never enough.
Maybe it's not always the way. Kyle and I were able to sort of have a fulfilling conversation because he had volunteers load out his gear for him. Heh! Then we traded information so that we could 'really visit' soon. And Dana called a few nights from his recent tour sounding totally connected with the crew he was rolling with. But then, maybe that was the part where he was in the same town for, like, three days. And, of course, when he came home it was all about a plan of making time to travel up and 'really spend some time'... My friend Corey is touring now, too, and was in Sacramento last night for all of three hours, maybe, saying, "We have to run, but please, please come up to Seattle soon for some quality time..." Reflecting on these words spoken, tours are a teaser, as far as I can tell. Now then, Rich, and occasionally his wife Andi, have been staying with us all week long because he and Dana are studio bros, and this is DEFINITELY the way to go. Plenty of time! For settling in and getting comfortable and having lots of lovliness.
I'm happy to have ANY time with friends, no matter how fleeting, that's true. But I sure do wish I could have forever with each/all of my friends. I request of the universe....