live for the moment, now...

so we're driving home singing the chorus from The Tide by Spill Canvas (current car music, replacing Fall Out Boy a couple of weeks ago) with all we've got (as I am still learning the song, it's not quite all I've got yet as I'm still listening more than singing sometimes) and loving the message and the energy and the Chapinesque twist in the end chorus (it's been so long since I truly let music talk to me) and still buzzing (literally and figuratively) from the five band concert at Will's Pub (line up: ..., Boy Meets Heart, Dave Melillo, Quiet Drive, and Houston Calls) and each became progressively better (tighter musically and more in touch with the audience) and I bounced all the way through three hours of music and can ring out my shirt now and just finished drinking 60 oz of water and feel wonderfully alive...

it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive...

and I know I've slipped far from the feeling of being alive I've known through experience previously in this life (the awareness that comes when in touch with everything because the spinal column and chakras and everything line up just right) and the fact is I've gotten quite sloppy in life and the living of it, but there's still that feeling of being alive even if it is grossly diminished by physical stupidity, weakness, laziness, and wasting away...

and it still feels great...

fool I am, but a happy for for I know love is completely real and don't need anyone else, real or imaginary, to tell me so... and that's where I've been this evening, bouncing and rocking and head-banging to the music... my ears are still ringing...

wish you were here J