Will post Woodstick experience Wednesday. For now...
Still We Ride
I am lying here 3 AM staring up at the ceiling laughing. I am laughing at Billy and me scrambling out of a Lake Forest Park recording studio rushing to the master class a few weeks ago.
We begin the drive. Billy pops a CD of roughs from a solid recording session he did earlier this year. It will at some point be seeing the light of day. We have a powerful moment when he recounts his experience recording the next song we listen to. Tears baby. I try to hide it but Billy is on to me.
We soon are at the side of the road and Billy and I exchange places. With him behind the wheel I assume the roll of sick cancer patient. Billys unrelenting tapping on the wheel infuriates me as I try maintaining good puking form. We make the 45 min drive in a half hour.
At the studio I embrace Donn, Chris, Smoke and Gail. I try to keep in the flow but body is spent. I retreat to the suburban. I hope it passes. My meds knock me out. 15 minutes later I wake up to see Billy who is making his way to the Master Class entrance. I smile seeing him. He doesnt see me but I watch him. He is smiling and the essence of just having a good time emanates from Billy as he opens the door and steps into the building.
I wave as the door shuts knowing this will be goodbye, See you pal. Till next time. Love.
It was a mad dash home while my meds held off the mle within. My ace for a few days thereafter was overwhelmed by the fierceness within. But Ill always remember the memories hanging with Billy. The punishing thereafter Easy like Sunday morning. Why? Because in no way will I remember it. This I know.
Life is good
Still We Ride
I am lying here 3 AM staring up at the ceiling laughing. I am laughing at Billy and me scrambling out of a Lake Forest Park recording studio rushing to the master class a few weeks ago.
We begin the drive. Billy pops a CD of roughs from a solid recording session he did earlier this year. It will at some point be seeing the light of day. We have a powerful moment when he recounts his experience recording the next song we listen to. Tears baby. I try to hide it but Billy is on to me.
We soon are at the side of the road and Billy and I exchange places. With him behind the wheel I assume the roll of sick cancer patient. Billys unrelenting tapping on the wheel infuriates me as I try maintaining good puking form. We make the 45 min drive in a half hour.
At the studio I embrace Donn, Chris, Smoke and Gail. I try to keep in the flow but body is spent. I retreat to the suburban. I hope it passes. My meds knock me out. 15 minutes later I wake up to see Billy who is making his way to the Master Class entrance. I smile seeing him. He doesnt see me but I watch him. He is smiling and the essence of just having a good time emanates from Billy as he opens the door and steps into the building.
I wave as the door shuts knowing this will be goodbye, See you pal. Till next time. Love.
It was a mad dash home while my meds held off the mle within. My ace for a few days thereafter was overwhelmed by the fierceness within. But Ill always remember the memories hanging with Billy. The punishing thereafter Easy like Sunday morning. Why? Because in no way will I remember it. This I know.
Life is good
