Usually when I sit down to compose a post on this here blog, I seek to describe (what I consider to be) epic-ness with broad strokes. I've been on the road for about a month, & I came home last night, longing for my bed. I didn't even make it, falling asleep on my couch for 12 hrs of blissful reenergizing.
I made it over to Bar 4 here in BK for the Marco Benevento hang tonight, and my ears, eyes, senses, mind marveled at what I witnessed. Maybe it was the ragged cover of James Brown's "I Can't Stand it"? Maybe it was the guest vocalists, including current Scott Metzger bandmate Serenajean crushing a Gillian Welch tune? Maybe it was the Bustle trio of Marco, Scott & Dave playing a subdued, yet perfect version of Zep's "Thank You"? Maybe it was me & Scott & Marco & Dave & Serena & Karina & Gabrielle & Steph & Monica & Josh (who catalyzed the whole night) just hanging in the same room, so immediately post a long stretch for me on the road?
Whatever the notion that takes responsibility, I don't think it matters. What does, for me, is how wonderfully nights like this strike my soul. Just another Monday in Brooklyn. How could I not desperately miss it? I still cannot brag that "I've Been Everywhere" like Mr. Cash, but I've been to a shit ton of places. I'll take Brooklyn with tonight's company anytime.
Do yourself a favor, and listen to some Meat Puppets. I'm digging on II right now, and it's sending me off right.