Well I just looked at weather for Friday and the weekend and I’m calling it and putting the Friday update up today (Thursday). I’ll post the updated build page pics as I’m able and include a few more over the weekend as I can. We’re well inland from the gulf but it looks like we’re going to get some serious rain through the weekend, and when that happens with a bit o’lightning and a good stiff breeze we usually have some power issues out here. If you need to get a hold of me, Facebook & email might be spotty so just give me a call at (512) 395-5126 any time. And now, the official end of the week news page Friday update blog post!
These times we define by difference and demarcate by demographic; I’ve spent my life building on common ground. Other than the base level of technology needed for us to find each other and communicate, and to let the world know what’s happening at the workshop, I’m really not even IN this decade. CDs are still a modern thing to me. I’m amazed by my flip phone. I spin vinyl LPs and cook over fire. My main ride is a 1974 Plymouth – the others? ’67 Plymouth, ’74 Dodge pickup, and ’83 Ford van. There isn’t a poop tiny enough for me to give two of about the latest cutting edge anything made of plastic with buttons on it. I’m aware of what’s happening but frankly I have plenty to do and the daily dose of drama doesn’t help that or the problems in any way, so I don’t bathe in it.
So the truths that have been assembled like a kit into the life I have came from all kinds of people just like its soundtrack is made from many different kinds of music. Music can be an AMAZINGLY unifying force and it’s usually through some facet of it that I interact with anybody, except for the occasional momentary bonding over one of the old cars when I’m out & about. Which isn’t often, because there’s nowhere I’d rather be than out here miles from town deep in the Hill Country woods with my wife, our fuzzy friend Maggie the dog, the workshop known as Wingfeather, and whatever the day’s list of nexts on the projects has me doing for my very diverse and colorful family of clients.
Music has been the common ground where short-term, longer chapter, and even lifetime gardens have been seeded & tended between me and good people who I might not have anything else in common with at all. We bring that other stuff in or we don’t. We seem to be able to talk just fine, but it’s not as important as the ground we stand together on and groove to what we can groove together there. Along the path their deep jazz, pure country, gospel, Steely Dan, devotional bhajan, Tejano, Van Morrison, trance electronica, reggae – bits of those cultures and bites of what feeds them as people – became part of mine. I look back and shudder to think of what my life would be like had I used difference to weed these folks out before we built our bridges and shared our magic; before we had our dances and made our love. I cannot imagine such a life.
It’s 4AM as I write this, and I’m going down for a nap. I cannot fix the world I will awaken in morning light to, nor would I even know how. I mean I know how I’d fix it for me, but I’m certainly not the mean average baseline model for “let’s start here” of anything and I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone other than a few monks and the occasional drunken Scotsman who was. All I can do is tend to this garden I have and bring my highest to doing my best, and from it feed (in whatever form) some good vibrations into the world and maybe some harmony-full potentials where others can find each other in the moment and be as brethren on its common ground.
Thank you for being here.
Listening to: Grateful Dead American Beauty; Andres Segovia My Favorite Works.