When was the last time you listened to an album? The arrangement designed by the artist so you
experience the tracks in a particular sequence.
Not shuffled by Pandora, but laid out specifically for your ears to hear
in that order?
I am in Palm Desert, California, listening to Joe
Bonamassa’s album, Live at Carnegie Hall, from start to finish just as he
intended. Nine months ago I didn’t know
who Joe Bonamassa was but during our short history, we have traveled from
Seattle to Nepal and, now, hundreds (thousands?
I am afraid to look) of miles in the awesome Wurzig/Beagle combination.
A friend introduced me to Joe and despite being new to me
he has been playing a long, long time.
He opened for B.B. King when he was merely twelve years old. A white guy with a massive, square jaw,
incredibly cool shoes and eyes that are rarely seen. My first experience of him was via YouTube, playing
Last Kiss. I immediately purchased three
albums but my favorite is the acoustic Live at Carnegie Hall.
I first listened to the full album from my apartment in
Seattle. Sitting with a single malt,
staring out my floor to ceiling windows at the Ferris wheel sparkling along the
waterfront. The album makes me dreamy.
I listened to it while lying within thin, scratchy sheets
on a hard bed in Pokhura, Nepal at three in the morning. Despite knowing all the words, I don’t sing
along.
And I listened to it on the rare occasion of being a
passenger in Wurzig. Feet up on the
dash, windows down, my favorite driving album ever.
I listen to it tonight and wonder, is this how you start
a new life? You begin finding things
that are just Kit and slowly, ever so fucking slowly, you piece together a new
life?
You gather experiences that create memories that become
your new life.
Maybe.
This is not as funny as the last post.
Speaking of experiences, my trip lately has felt way too
much like living in a trailer versus exploring life while living in a trailer. There is a difference: It is most noticeable when visiting friends
and family and wanting to dress reasonably well. You know, in something that didn’t just get
pulled out of a duffel bag from under your bed.
At some point in the last few weeks I got it in my head that
I needed to find a house. Upon further
reflection, I think it is just a desire to be in a house at all—a sofa, a
shower that doesn’t flood your toilet, clothes that hang.
As usual, acknowledging the feeling has removed most of
the drama. It has also brought back the
adventure. But for two weeks I am here,
well, Beagle will be here in Palm Desert, I’ll be driving back up to Prescott
for Thanksgiving, then back down here, then flying to Seattle for a few
nights. The Beagle adventure will resume on December
2nd.
Happy Thanksgiving my friends and family, I am thankful for you and to be alive.
-K
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