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Day 12
I might just kill Al in his sleep
We woke up to sun. Sadly we didnt know that the sun was only going to be around for 1 hour today. But what a fun hour it was. We set our course South towards California, and rode ALL DAY in rain. UGH! Was a great ride, despite the rain. the Pacific coast is mighty and huge, cold, grey, and today was rough and waves her crashing about all the rocks and boulders.
We need warmth and sun, and plenty of it
Anyone know where we can find some?
Tomorrow we ride into California. We're about 2 hours outside of redwoods forest. REALLY looking fwd to that.
We rode 317 miles today, all sopping wet (for the most part)
Al is getting weirder as he gets wetter.... which is why I must kill him. Im sorry Wendy. But look on the bright side. You can start dating, just as long as the new guy lets me keep my s*** in the basement.
OK, Al, is no longer laughing. He's crying.
tears of joy
OMG, I have nothing to talk about
I miss everyone. I love everyone's texts. They really make me smile and just be patient for my responses while riding.
The rain and wind really beats you up. and of course watching out for all the A-holes driving their cars all over the road.
I just heard that Suede made it back to Vancouver safely. Awesome! though totally bummed I missed him. So Suede, if you are reading this. YOu need to either come out east and visit or invite me out west. I definitely owe you a 50th beer. (or 2)
I thought a lot today about new music and the new CD. I cannot wait to get back to recording and writing my new music. There has just been so many different feelings and moods since I left for my round the world trip last year, and of course, so much that has happened even more recently. Which I actually hate. I hate being an artist to such a degree. Most if not all artists use their talent to release emotions. Emotions deep within themselves. All artists do this. The problem lies in the fact that you immortilze these moments in your life and freeze them in time, to relive over and over again. It's such an odd thing to bear. Its flattering, and I use that word so losely. Though I have been flattered by fans time and time again. Flattered to the N-th degree when someone loves something that you have created. In my case of course...music. I write music for no one. It's just something I do. Im not sure why, or even how. Ive even tried to figure out why and how, and always come up blank. Perhaps I get possessed by some god of music, though I honestly dont know. It's all I've ever known even at a young age. Creating music on toys and eventually real instruments. I feel truely blessed that I can do it. Though wonder what kind of person writes music, and releases it for others to hear, only for it to be an extension of his pain, sorrow, or happiness. It's quite an odd thing when you really break it down to it's smallest bit. I could go on about this for pages, but..
But here I am going on.
Flattery in turn becomes humbling. I become humbled by my music, or maybe by the people who listen and appreciate it. Thanks to all of you who do.
I hope this new music i am writing will be just as great if not greater then anything else Ive written.
...though is it fair to compare my own music against itself?
UGh....Im going to bed.
Sorry dear readers. Was just thinking A lot today. its what happens during rainy 300+ miles rides.
"little, twisted, frozen"
...This fall I'm gonna see the world
Make my mark upon the world
But when the sun is in my eyes
I still cant seem to smile
...And that's the difference now...
PS: I'll upload the videos of microwaving shoes
- comments
Julie Redwood forest is amazing! Have fun and stay dry!