It's been quite the year out here, and I'm having a hard time believing my December-minded calendar. But, no matter how I deny it, he days are growing shorter and the Christmas lights are popping up all over town. The last month of the year always seems to fly by the fastest and this has been no exception. We're heading out for our big roadtrip back East next Sunday, a leisurely jaunt across 1,700 miles of truckstop politics, Little Debbie hangovers, and the occasional bluehair plowing down the left lane at forty miles an hour with the turn signal blinking. We're playing shows in Indianapolis and Pittsburgh, partying with friends and relatives, and making music in spare bedrooms; a distillation of all things heady about the homeland in ten short days.
But there is still so much to do before then! There's a gig later this evening in our neighboring town of Dolores, another the evening before we leave, and all manner of gift-buying, packing, ass-scratching, venue-calling, sleeping. But Christmas always comes when I'm feeling most restless, so no complaints from me.
Christmas also leaves me speechless, because there's always so much bullshit in the air that it's hard to think. Those days when Toys-R-Us catalogs had me dreaming feverishly of the Big Morning have long gone, and I do not miss the terrible television commercials and dedicated twenty-four-hour-a-day holiday music barrages on the radio when January rolls around. I don't get the need for conspicuous consumption. I don't understand the competition implied in the act of gift-giving, the silent, instilled need to feel like you're showing someone else up. But the beautiful thing about travelling during the holiday season is that you get a chance to see what's really happening in people's lives this time of year. The drama of life is more interesting than any Hallmark special will ever be....and tastes better, too.
And it's because I have nothing but good things to say about Christmas that I end this post with a picture of a two-headed turtle
See you guys in the New Year, when I've run out of things to bitch about (temporarily)
-DAVE
But there is still so much to do before then! There's a gig later this evening in our neighboring town of Dolores, another the evening before we leave, and all manner of gift-buying, packing, ass-scratching, venue-calling, sleeping. But Christmas always comes when I'm feeling most restless, so no complaints from me.
Christmas also leaves me speechless, because there's always so much bullshit in the air that it's hard to think. Those days when Toys-R-Us catalogs had me dreaming feverishly of the Big Morning have long gone, and I do not miss the terrible television commercials and dedicated twenty-four-hour-a-day holiday music barrages on the radio when January rolls around. I don't get the need for conspicuous consumption. I don't understand the competition implied in the act of gift-giving, the silent, instilled need to feel like you're showing someone else up. But the beautiful thing about travelling during the holiday season is that you get a chance to see what's really happening in people's lives this time of year. The drama of life is more interesting than any Hallmark special will ever be....and tastes better, too.
And it's because I have nothing but good things to say about Christmas that I end this post with a picture of a two-headed turtle
See you guys in the New Year, when I've run out of things to bitch about (temporarily)
-DAVE
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