one day at a time

that's how to live life, especially when living on the edge (and though I do take a break from this edge life, I must venture out on to the cliffs now and then to remember what the view looks like and what it feels like to fall, or at least, to let go)... so far I've survived these journeys (and as Aerosmith opens the concert in my mind and days later the music begins to wind down with bands taking turns playing encores and the Eagles step out from backstage to kick into a fifty third encore and we all sway to take it to the limit one more time... yeah, weeeeeoooo)...

first, a message to locals in Orlando Florida... there are two extra tickets to the HelloGoodbye concert at the House of Blues in my pocket for the picking... the concert is tomorrow (Friday) and starts about 7pm... I'll have my phone on vibrate after about 6:30pm, so try to call earlier and text if you can... check out the blog for more details and more upcoming opportunities for fun...

tonight was relaxing, a show at Precious's school... great kids having fun and her two boys, as she calls them (the best friends have become four now, Precious, Dreamer, Truman, and Sticks), stealing the show... Truman and Sticks played the manic detective and the gay composer in the show, in case you've see The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940 before), while Dreamer handled the light board like the pro she is and Precious made the magical secret doors open on cue... even Rasputin got in on the production as he brought dry ice for the smokey dream-like scenes (working in the wholesale fish business was just what the director ordered)... I provided the applause and hugs, which are of course, essential ingredients to a successful production...

and then, instead of heading home and going to sleep, I let Precious and Rasputin slip into my subconscious and went to pick up food, subs (or heroes, for some of you) and Jeremiah's (ice cream and frozen ices)... it was all Rasputin's fault, you see, because he needed money to send to his sister so we went to the bank (cuz I was loaning the money) and since I was taking a hunk a hunk a burning cash out of the bank and nobody had dinner, my good sense went out the window and I filled my belly just before bed again... and, of course, I'll put off fixing the air conditioner in the car and getting a computer a while longer (sometimes I think about what it would be like to win the lottery and sometimes I think about what it would be like if everybody I loaned money to over the years actually paid me back and it would be about the same, except the second feeling would feel a whole lot better cuz it would mean people really do care and also that they somehow got rich, but then I realize the feeling of giving far outweighs the feeling of being taken advantage of cuz the latter is a fleeting blow and the former lasts forever cuz it's mine cuz I made it and I wouldn't have done anything differently and if you know what I mean then YAY you)... after all, there are concerts and shows to experience...

and here we are again... I stayed late at work so I might leave a bit early tomorrow and then I went straight to Precious's school and cheered the show and then food and then the end of the Rutgers Louisville game and go New Jersey and now here, catching up with you, and ready to fall over (though I might, like last night, roam around a bit to my other writing haunts and leave a few random words here and there as my head slowly sets in the east (hey, I'm facing west as I write this, ok?)...

three more days, two more concerts and a show, and then, a workweek (rest?... what's that?... we don't need no stinkin rest when we're living on the edge... we do need a better fake Mexican accent though... come on, old movie buffs, what's the reference there?)... it would be ideal if someone was sharing this crazed pace and all the fun and excitement and bouncing I am squeezing into this week long rave, but if it's not ideal, it's hasbro, or even mattel, and they make great toys and games too (nyuk, nyuk... reference buffs... awwww, don't go getting all fisher-price on me now)...

and I closed this window to get to a Word file on my desk cuz I don’t want the browser to eat the words and once again I am stunned by the photo on my desktop... what strikes me most is that it’s not any sort of turn on picture, but rather, to see a kid so devoted to music and into her song and the dark shot on the black desktop just gives me the late night in love with music and life and winding down after-show feeling when everybody is wasted from the excitement and only the trooper, the singer, keeps the party alive... it’s that will no one stay awake with me feeling, but so much sweeter than the bitters it can be... maybe you have to be there, but if so, I hope you get there and keep it with you... knowing you’ve done your best to go for your dream and live your life to it’s maximum energy level for even a moment is magic and better still is sustaining it, living on the edge and pushing past your limits one more time, that is the bomb, the kill, the fire, the ice, the whisper on the wind that you’ve done right by your life, the big bang, the sweet peace of pure release, the nirvana, the val halla, the ka...

may you live it your way and live it well...