You don't get to a crossroads in your life very often. There are only so many junctions between the lines in the palm of your hand. Most of the time, we are heading forward in some particular direction, even if it is in a circle. It is rare that we make a sharp turn into the unknown. Sometimes you have no choice. Loved ones pass away or disappear. Occasionally though, you see out of the corner of your eye the fiery horizon the new road runs into, but you don't know whether you'll make that turn or not. The unknown direction is terrifying and exciting. Just seeing it makes the familiar path seem gloriously boring. Eventually, you must go one way or the other, but in the meantime, the gravitational pull of both worlds leave you moving in slow motion where you have time to appreciate the precarious beauty of just where you're at.
Thursday, tonight, Chris McCoy shares the stage with The Hiders. Couch Forts and Tin Armor are at Treehouse.
Friday, Wet Darlings are at Oldfields. I've heard that the & the 400 Unit show at Rumba is sold out and that makes sense. Hopefully, I will be able to find my way in.
Saturday, I am hoping that my annual , the Summit on Walhalla at the corner thereof, does not get rained out but it isn't looking good. If we can sneak by, it will be great with , Derek DiCenzo and Jimmy Castoe beginning at 8 PM and going to about 9:30 or 10. Free food, BYOB. Contributions appreciated. You are invited. Later, Nick Tolford & Co. are at Carabar with Mt. Carmel and The Spikedrivers are at Rumba.
They're dancin' in the streets. mark