We're taking a road trip to Fairfield, Iowa. Three of the Telepaths and their significant others. Now why would we urban warriors be heading to the middle of basically a desolate flat cornfield (I'm projecting here - it might be a lovely place) this long Memorial Day weekend. Ah, yes dear pilgrim, we are looking for peace and enlightenment and the source of the deep well of creativity. Plus we're thinking we might catch a glimpse of a dancing midget, or maybe a towering giant, or possibly we'll find a divinely sweet slice of pie.
We're heading off the Maharishi University, the North American mecca for Transcendental Meditation, and we're meeting up with David Lynch and Donovan. I kid you not. Both of them will be there giving talks on meditation, creativity and songwriting. Two of us are bringing guitars, I'm hoping we can get into some impromtu jams (Cory H. is looking to get Donovan to sign his guitar) and some inspiration - it comes in many flavors, and well you can never get enough.
If you're thinking this could be the beginning of the Telepaths "white album" phase, well, all I have to say, the first time tragedy, the second time farce. And maybe everything happens twice, or thrice, or until you finally get it right, and if so, well, someone else in another guise (maybe it will be all of us) will make a trek like this some else in a land far, far away, and well, they'll be walking these same steps and looking for these same answers. Then again maybe not. Should be an interesting weekend.
I don't have a laptop, not sure if I'll be posting during the weekend, but I'm sure I'll have something to say afterwards. I'm looking forward to that too. Bought some new cds for the trip - a compilation of different bands doing Yoko Ono songs, the new Wilco and Mavis Staples and Ry Cooder...should be good for the ears and the road.
