Come Out, Come Out, Where Ever You Are? Tell Me!

I spend many nights awake, hyper, “Revving” as some call it, turning in circles, laughing, nearly hysterically. Other times, I can’t bare to be awake or even bothered…

No matter the mood or reason, music is always a remedy.

It can snap me out of a funk and get me dancing instantly.

I have always felt songs, not just listening to them, but truly feeling their composition. The way sound moves you, the way it encircles you, the way it comforts you, the way it validates your anger, your
sadness, your existence.

It is spiritual, it is background, it is the soundtrack and theme, the anthem to a region, to a generation…..

Over the last several years spent traveling, I have explored and observed many regions, cultures, types of people, seeing many sights, hearing many accents, tasting foods (probably far to many).

Each area has different attitudes and levels of acceptance, curiosities. It fascinates me, sometimes it infuriates me but mostly, it adds to my learned experiences with different lifestyles, outlooks, existences.

While striving to move further forward, my inner child still asks; “Who’s out there?”

Seriously and literally, “Who is out there?”

Who is reading this now?

Who is listening to my songs??

I really want to know.

What countries, which cultures am I reaching?

Please scroll down to the comments section and let me know. I need, want, desire to hear from any and all of you!
“Ready, Just Fine”

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See my friends:

Gina (the ever beautiful)

The Brothers Mario (sinks fixed in NO TIME! Koopa coins accepted!!)

Sekrett Scilensce (Ja, that guy!!!)

Takeo Tama

Caprock Casa

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Tell the World! Now!!

Billiard Road Stories: The Steer-Man (#1)

Some of the grittiest places we’ve sought out have birthed the most entertaining stories. In the world of Pool-Halls and hole-in-the-wall bars/pubs, some deemed too dangerous to enter, we put our quarters down and wait.

We get stares of course. We aren’t from there hometowns, our clothes are different, and so forth. We head straight for the table and Jukebox, cases in hand.

One patron asks if we just came from a wedding, while another nervously jokes that we’re carrying weapons, but after time, they see that we really were just there for the table, at which point, someone comes up and shakes my hand, introducing themselves, often giving their “Pool Name”.

Thus starts the beginning of a friendship (of sorts), or at least a transaction.

The games go fast, the laughter and the drinks flow freely, stories are shared and then we leave as abruptly as we came, making sure to jot the details down in, “The Book”.

Mostly, we are just passing through. We always make a point to return, if not next week, at least by next year.

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Seinfeld: Billiards a la KRAMER

Great Billiard Links:

Fats vs. Mosconi

Earl “The Pearl”

Kat, 14.1, Brunswick

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Tell the World! Now!!