Blues festival {NOW WITH LINK}

A hoot and a half. Half awake now, sprung awake from a good snooze seeking cool water and a bathroom, so i wont post too much. I will chronicle later though. Need to digest the pics. Next time you should dear reader.

So the Blues festival was a major success. All the way in Bisbee there was a one and a half hour drive there. Luckily, we bored my moms truck so the trip was smooth for burr, l, v, and I. The country that way is so green in comparison, it was a nice change of pace. On the way there though, v had to dose up on some special brownies...we didnt participate, we know their effect and didnt want that for the festival, but l and v did. They were solid for the entire trip there but started getting funky at Bisbee itself. At some lunch there, this little hole in the wall cafe that was forty freaking bucks for sandwiches and quiche...oh well. Something new. From there we made our way to the actual venue.

It was some park at the top of a small hill in the middle of Old Bisbee. It was small but was a well designed outdoor amphitheater. The bandstand had no seating, people had to bring their own, but there was a wall of giant steps that provide some easy comfort. L and v were feeling it at the point so they rooted there. Burr and i made our way to the stage though.

Man, was that music fucking good! The first band was a bunch of old white dudes who were good but we werent buying what they were selling. Everyone after was just stellar. The percussion, the bass, the funky riffs washed over us as we swayed with a bunch of old folk who went absolutely nuts. One guy burr managed to snap was just possessed by the spirit of the music! It was nuts. Some pics:

Gonna transfer the rest to imgur soon. It was just a blast. Some of the best live music ive heard and just a really cool experience. The year of live music for me has been wrapping up well with a few more to close out the '16 calendar. Obviously Miike Snow is coming up and Marian Hill. 

Ive been loving these experiences. The raw talent some folk have is so mesmerizing and inspiring. Now if i can only learn how to dance...

Well, i know this wasnt as informative, still typing on my phone so fatigue sets in quick, as you would probably  like dear reader. I might come back to it later. Do a full breakdown on each band i heard, or i might not. Im a brat l says so i might as well live up to her knickname for me. 

Goodnight, good morning, and good afternoon.

Link?

https://goo.gl/photos/RQ6i4k2YZrsBG1Tw7

Interesting

So last night i have a dream that my sis gets in an accident and dies then i get a call at 11 saying she was in accident...shes fine obviously  but its still weird. Then my boss texts me that he is getting a ticket. Luckily im fine and can offer help but damn. Cant the universe just chill for a bit?

Can i keep you

Can i keep you from harm?

Can i keep you from heartache, from hunger, from loneliness? 

No.

You are not mine to keep. 

You are smoke.

Intangible, made of ether, but still you fill my lungs and surround my head in a cloud. 

Can i keep you happy?

Can i keep you healthy, warm, and full? 

No. 

You are separate from me and are a part of chaos. 

A soul unbound from mine, cast adrift in the sea of time with all us refugees.

Can i keep you, i ask. 

No, you answer. 

I will try, i respond.

But you may keep me.
Keep me with you.
Let my lessons guide you, my stories entertain you, your memories remind you that i am there.
When you strike, i strike with you.
When you run, i will be behind you.
When you are afraid, i will be beside you if even just in thought.

I cannot keep you, but you may always keep me.

This was inspired by the Witcher books ive been reading. I like this idea of Geralt having to deal with Ciri getting older and him becoming less needed. 

It's official

So this last weekend was kind of nuts. Lots of booze, still not drunk, lots of weird fights, and a third member has joined the party here at the house. Family shit never ceases to amaze me. We all think we have a handle on these things, these feelings we have, but this kind of shit just put in perspective how much we don't know about ourselves and about the people we care most about. It is sad but I saw it coming, and I guessed the reason too. I mean, it was obvious but just to have the truth laid bare really helps solidify some assumptions I had. Anger and regret are powerful motivators to mistreat people. So, now we have a roommate. How long will it last it last is uncertain but I feel that we are all mostly a good fit for each other. I think we can teach her what it means to be open and free and she can teach us how to be more outgoing, so hopefully it will all workout. Move in was yesterday and it went exceedingly well, barring the emotional turmoil leading up to the move of course. Now only time is left to deal with. Time to see how these new puzzle pieces will fit.

The weekend was pretty fun up until the emotional shit show though. More of the same, bars and dancing, and luckily no chasing people down. Strangely absent was good live bands, or at least there weren't any the places we went. Uber and Lyft are convenient but unnecessary for me, plus I hate having someone who clearly doesn't know the area drive me around and that last guy reeked of weed. I don't know, I prefer to drive if I'm being honest.

This coming weekend though we have a big trip planned. Going all the way to Bisbee to catch a Blue's Festival! I'm pretty dang excited. Only have been to Bisbee once, its a neat little city and I have the pics online I believe, but I'm super interested in the music that will be played there. Blues and Jazz have the reputation for very impromptu performances with lots of adlibbing. I'm really excited actually. The tickets weren't too bad, 20 each, and my mom is going to let us borrow her new truck to get down there. I'll be sure to take lots of pics. Another great memory hopefully.

OH! Got my passport book and card now. The Australia trip is getting closer and closer. The only hurdle I see is perhaps school gumming up the works for me at least. The leave day may be close to or on final's day. We will see what happens.

I could write more on the new triad of folks here at the house but I have homework and mental digestion to do. Adios

Lovely to see you

The air was warm, damp, full of voices and rank with the smell of cheap beer and sweat. The crowd moved rhythmically, like seaweed under the tide. The floor, sticky with spilled drinks, was crowded and tense with the promise of sweaty, more intimate nights. It wasn't my scene. The women were hot and the men too but I had to remain focused, lust could wait. My perch was a stool in the back, taken from a table over crowded with young pups freshly 21. Their shot glasses were stacking up and their ability to be coherent was inversely related. They didnt interest me too much besides the fact they might make enough of a ruckus to blow my cover. Have already been here two hours, mixing my time feigning interest in the bad outside and musing over the drink options at the bar. I ordered a whiskey coke and have been nursing it the last forty minutes. I needed to be sharp but didnt need the keenest edge. The booze calmed me enough.

It was supposed to be another easy one. Follow the girl, see what she does. I don't normally take these kind of jobs, a matter of misguided principle i suppose, but they paid decently enough. I wasn't sure she would be here but this was one of her three top hangout spots when the man was out of town. Had to do a little digging on her social media, which always makes me dirty but not as dirty as a telescopic lens peering in through windows from shady parking spots, to get some geolocation data of where some photos had been taken. Thankfully, one of her friends was a bit careless with her privacy and it didn't take too long to find this place. So I wait. There's a physics notion that to increase the likelihood for any two particles to meet, one should stay still and that's exactly what I intended to do. Stillness and patience were traits that were honed by years of waiting and being the intermediary for my family. I think most of my impatience had been burnt away years ago. The night was still young, my drink was mostly water at this point as the ice had all but vanished, and their were plenty of pretty things in short skirts and tight tops to look at. Could be worse I shrugged to myself as I casually checked my phone again. Still no message which is good news at this point. I was just about to check some emails when I heard a familiar voice. Sweet, if but a little too high pitched with a little too much emphasis on the consonants as if it pained her a little to say them.

I have a bit of a thing for voices. I know everyone can recognize certain voices