aenemated

so i'm sitting here drunk and listening to tom waits ... which tends to be the case way too often. if i may, let me state that there's never been and never will be a musician that is, to me, as simply goddamn amazing as tom. i can listen to him over and over again and it's STILL amazing.

that said ... i wish i could rewind the world and put myself in this scene in LA in 1975. the underground jazz scene -- just go out, play music, get drunk and live. that's it. no worries about work. no computers. just music, booze and cigarettes. i WANT that life and i figure i'll never have it. but it's a nice thought, you know? i guess i rarely give the credit to music it deserves in my life; it's such an immensely important thing. moreso than anything else. i can remember being about 6 years old and hearing my half brother playing guitar in his room. i'd have to put my ear to the air vent to hear him well ... and that was when i recognized this ... thing ... called MUSIC.

it took maybe another 10 years to become part of it ... and then i threw it away for over 2 years. but right now; all i want is to have my drums here and to have a little jazz gig. go play in smokey vegas bars for beer money. that's really all i want. and it's not much to ask for, really. why i moved here and didn't bring my drums will be a goddamn mystery to me for the rest of my life.

but soon ... soon ...