Let's Try...

 America in 2025: "Let's try Fascism on for size."

Hmmm.... wonder how that's gonna work out? Who will be the champions for Democracy? Looks like we are in for a bumpy ride...

2025 - Let the Fleeing Begin...

I'm doing the Gypsy thing to start 2025. Going from a classic, old world mansion to a shiny new, modernistic mansion. Packing my little bag, getting ready to flee. I'm one of those little people who does lots of schlepping and fleeing. I have delusions of grandeur, thinking I too could be a mover & shaker, but, really, I am one of those who gets moved and shaken. It's just reality, baby. 

I am armed with the essentials to take it "on the road." Trusty Grado headphones, Sony Walkman, little spinning CDs, a Mr. Coffee grinder, a couple choice bags of killer coffee beans, a Chromebook, a couple changes of clothes, a hat, sweaters, coats. And, my shining, sunny, personality.  Of course, just like anyone else, I am always riding a rollercoaster of emotion.

I think 2025 is gonna be one of those years full of reality. Reality we either face up to honestly or dishonestly. Seems the evil-doers, the bad ones, the liars, the cheats, the racist shit-stirrers, the shameless arrogant assholes, are on the ascendant. It grinds against my optimism and hope. So yeah, there is a tension built-into my anticipation, and plans for a new year.

My plans? Keep my head in the game. Be totally present: alive, aware, awake at all times. See clearly. Breathe deeply. Keep a healthy dispostition: easy to laugh, flexible, ready to improv, light on my feet, open to possibilities. Don't let the darkness around me swamp me.  Move and shake with the best of them even in my tiny corner. Damn the torpedoes.

An Eerie Backdrop...

We traversed the streets last night in a Lyft ride. Heading over to a radio studio to play and talk about our music. My partner and collaborator had decided we must do something we love to do on the last evening of the last day of 2024. It was quite a nice experience. Strangely, the streets were empty all the way there, a cross-town drive, and all the way back too. It was a little bit of an eerie backdrop to a cool thing. We wondered, "Is everyone laying low?" You know, hunkered down in their living rooms watching the clock tick down? We knew there must be some epic parties and celebrations going down somewhere, but you couldn't tell out on the streets. We never clicked on a TV, so we didn't see other people having fun & frolic. We were sure the "ball was dropping," somewhere, this is the era of "out of bounds," wealth & excess, the young rich & beautiful must be getting to it, big time, but none of that was in evidence around us. Everyone we talked to was still in a bit of shock about the latest developments in the USA, and where things were heading. Talk of the new year, and of the future, were guarded and low-key. Yes. Hope and optimism seems kind of out of tune, out of touch & passe at the moment. Welcome to 2025, wonder what's happen now?