My goodness! Summer is nearly here and my last post was in April! THAT is just how busy buried I became with a boatload of bedraggled busy-ness. Woof. I’m sure glad THAT is over! Now, it’s time for a bit of a respite from the grind and here I find myself alone again with you. Thank you for sifting through my thoughts here as there are so many all jumbled up inside my weary brain.
TODAY: oysters! Yes! I’m taking a ride just a wee bit up the coast to a wonderful place that serves a delightful plethora of sea creatures to eat. I’m sorry sea creatures. I love you so. I thank you in advance for giving your life (unwillingly, I know) to my horrific human food desires. I should be ashamed as I shlurp you up like Jabba the Hut, but I won’t be. I’ll be transfixed on your tasty tidbits of the sea.
Early mornings in the skypad are going to be so lovely this summer. I’m not going anywhere save for a few trips out to the cousins in the Sierra Foothills. Oh, and a few concerts here and there to give my live sound students some real life, hands-on training to perfect the sound at a show. They learned an entire semester of sound reinforcement remotely without ever being able to touch a piece of the gear in our awesome department. Alas, it’s time to use one’s digits to make sound happen. BACK to the skypad summer: the view is divine when the sun is not obscured by Karl the Fog. Summer in SF, you may remember, is one of the coldest summers in the U.S. – blustery wet winds tear through the SF neighborhoods practically ripping your clothes off of you as you traverse the hills on foot. The top of Twin Peaks is no stranger to this crazy wind. Yeah, the photo below is from a week or so ago in May. That’s what it looks like. You can FEEL the wind in the picture, right?
So, when the fog hits and the view becomes that of the inside of an eggshell and no longer downtown SF and the Bay, then here I will be…writing.
And I’ll be composing too.
And I’ll be recording thoughts like this one.