Today I struck a chord. I walked in stride. I came to get down and I punched the bass right through the desaturating layers of this tiny little world’s Monkey Business in order to drop some love on it. My gods are getting tired so I gave them a short break. It’s called responsibility. A little payback. They so desperately need it, a little wave to ride, to know that not all of the love, soul, and heart they gave was in vain. Some of us, like this little Twig, still vibrate on the same wavelengths. Some of us have been stitching and stacking our Shreds of Boa for some time.
You can take it with you, or you can leave it all here, or maybe both, but the heavens are something that each of us has a part in creating. It’s not made for you. You make it. The gods don’t live there, nor virgins, unless that’s the heaven of your imagining. Rock Gods, maybe. Heaven is where your happiness lives. Go be with it. Hold it. Paint it. Play it. Ink it. Share it. Cherish it. Live with it, or at least visit occasionally. It becomes heaven on earth, while you’re still here, before you go to be in your happiness full-time with happy loved ones, wherever that happy place may be.
My loved ones reached down from my heaven and told me I’d better know how to riff, pick, walk, drop, slap, shuffle, hammer, run, trip, and rock a mythically righteous bass line (their words) by the time I get there because Hunter’s been hanging out with Jimi, starting a new band, and they need me on the Bass. As soon as I get there I have to hop on the bus. We’re going on tour. It’s a magic bus as you would imagine. Or if you can’t, well, it’s like the TARDIS. But it’s all silver, not blue. Hunter insists silver makes it slipperier, like a serpent in a soapbox.
I may die alone but I’ll be damned if I don’t die with the music, the words and the music, all of it, in my head. It’s the best part of this world. That and friends and family, which of course include pets. My loved ones each have a rhythm of their own but we’re all in tune. That’s why we’re connected. That’s why it feels like the best ones have always been there. And that’s why they’ll all be there dancing and laughing and loving and enjoying the show. Well, that and I’m reasonably certain we’re gonna ROCK.
I truly hope that your heaven would consider booking us for a show sometime. We’ll be on tour. Details to follow.
Today I rocked, I wrote, I plucked my strings, I nailed a poem called “the little things” and then I did a victory dance around the house, and I don’t mean just on the inside. I put a demon on an inken leash and had me a slice of Happiness. I had a little Peace. I had a little piece of my heaven on earth. And now so did you.
But enough of that. Time to slither. Now I gotta put my pants back on and my masks and work my way through traffic and dirty looks and be successful, not happy.