when I watch A Chorus Line or other such movies about Broadway and trying to make it - there always comes a point where I will sob uncontrollably for my lost dream of moving to NYC to be a dancer. And the only one who killed that dream was me. #StillHurts
the likely path of a Saturday
*wake up and work for an hour
*take out the dog
*breakfast for human and animals alike
*bead store to pick up the bracelet my mom made me #GoMom
*into the SF accordion shop to pick up my repair
*back to Oakland to watch my pals play outdoors at the Grand Tavern for my other pals art opening
*grocery store for BUBBLY WATER
*convince my pals to make manhattan slushies again and sit on their stoop to watch the world (or some variant thereof)
drop it all and drive to Salinas in holiday traffic because I miss my wife and am worried about her sister and just want to see everyone and make sure they’re ok.
canisluneslunes said: Three questions! What was the first instrument you ever played, and why did you choose it? Do you prefer to have a fixed location or to be constantly nomadic? If you could have one tree planted for you as a memorial, what type/species would it be?
The first instrument I ever played was the accordion when I was 5. It was a dismal failure. My mom wanted to teach me so it was this huge heavy adult sized thing that made absolutely no sense to me.
I think I like having pets too much to be nomadic. But to travel a lot more would make me insanely happy.
I would have a willow tree plants for me. That tree lives in a minor chord near a body of water always full of sadness and beauty. That sort of sums me up.