Headed home on the plane from Montana
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Headed home on the plane I've been in Montana and it was beautiful and relaxing. I was tired from not sleeping much during the recording time, so I just played guitar, rested, and cooked some. There was no fresh powder, so I didn't feel the need to snowboard a bunch. I was staying at my friend John's awesome house (bigskyhouseofviews.com) and the acoustics are so fine it was good for my soul just to listen to that beautiful guitar. I enjoyed relearning some songs that I had become rusty on, and it made me want to revive more. I would love to be current on more of my songs, but it would mean either more shoddy gigs or more time practicing instead of writing. I guess I'd rather spend the time making up a new song than polishing an old one that has gotten tarnished. The thing I miss most about living at our home in Asheville is the log cabin in the woods behind the house. It's so silent that it draws music out of me. At any hour of the day or night I can noodle around knowing that no one can hear me, and I find that very freeing. There's an old stone chapel that I go to near where we're living now in Maryland, but it's not the same as having it in your own back yard. I miss it. Now, after flying three flights all day, I'm just starting to enjoy being on an airplane with a big bunch of angry humans. I'm tired enough to really enjoy it. We're late, of course, and everyone will miss their connections, but it's bad enough now that everyone is beyond complaining. I've helped several people stow their bags and fold their strollers on this completely full flight. And now the punishing push-back when it gets hot and stuffy inside before the engines start. But then the air comes on and we taxi and every one gives a sigh as we rollback and liftoff and there's the lights of the Atlanta skyline and we remember what a miraculous thing it is to fly at all. Those humans, they're an interesting bunch.