Spent lots of time with a cantankerous bulldog. He is sweet in his own slobbering, lumbering way. If he knows you and you are in his good graces all is golden. There are only a few people on the planet who are in that category. I happen to be one of them. The rest of the world, people & critters, well, he doesn't really look upon them kindly. He is a big ball of muscle and bone, strong as bull, always at the ready to tear a face or a limb to smithereens. Walking with him is a serpentine-journey, always-be-evading any and all comers along the boulevard.
So, yeah, a day of back forth meant that first thing this morning I sort of groaned, "Yikes." Weary & bleary. I met the morning with eyes and ears of blear.
Luckily, the coffee brew is Sumatra-amazing. Every sip brings life back to my achy limbs. The weariness & bleariness sort of lifts as the coffee goes down. Amazing. Energy is Eternal Delight, indeed.
And on the box, at max volume, the Grateful Dead Live album "Skull & Roses" (1971), also known as "Skull Fuck." Ha. The Dead really laying it down, coming into their own, blasting at volume in the big old mansion at 7 a.m. in the morning. A fine, good thing. Jerry Garcia said on this one they sound like a "shoot-em-up bar-band." Yep. And it is glorious. They are loose and tight. Showing a bit of musical discipline along with their patented jam band sensibility.
How would I describe the sound of the Dead on this album? Optimistic, a whiplash-golden-lightening. Mercury-cool. A beautifully uncommon emanation lighting up the atmosphere with vivid and bold color. Amen.
Glorious sunshine today, not too hot. Think it's gonna be a good day. Still a bit of back and forth in my future, but, at this moment, it all seems do-able. Life.
