In the pocket

I had rehearsal today with the group I do club gigs with.  It was so pleasurable to play with people that connect up rhythmically, and lock in.  You're just "in the pocket" of groove.  There is something in my soul that needs to feel the beat of music in perfect synchronisim - it does something to me, and makes me smile.  Playing bass is a great instrument for this.  You can play more poly-rhythms than the drummer even.

I feel stupid sometimes thanking God for music, rhythm, and the bass, because it seems so trivial in the universe, but I do it anyway.  And I thank him for putting me together with great musicians.  Thank you for the ability to move my fingers on the strings, for my hearing, for my sight to see the music sheet.  I could go on and on.

 

OverExtended

Not enough time - too much to do - no time to enjoy it - too foolish to stop the crazyness.

That seems to be my lot lately.

This ride is going too fast.

And the brakes are broken.

 

I think my friends in other countries have it all over us in America in terms of knowing how to stop, relax, and enjoy God's creation.

 

 

Snow, Ice and Wind

Drove home last night through the worst snow I've seen in a long time.  I was going East on a road near my house, and the wind was whipping across the road, piling up huge drifts 12-24" high.  The car just kept bogging down, as the bottom dragged a big pile of snow in the deep spots.  It was an ugly time.

 

Got home, and huge drifts in front of the garage.  Had to blast through those to get in.

 

Man - I AM ready for spring!!