That was it! No more dark studios! No more blinding computer screens! No more guitars, keyboards, shakers, hand drums, two terabytes of software and virtual instruments–at least for the moment. I was determined to get out and enjoy the day. And you know, it’s a natural thing for some that sport blinders, like others wear shades, to forget how refreshing and practical this ‘day of rest’ business really is.
Tricia and I, and the two Aussies, went hiking in the thick, green Oregon wilderness on Sunday. The boys were a little over excited at first but managed to cool their furry heels by the time the hike was over. God, Fourteen month-old Australian Shepherds! If you could bottle that energy…
The sky was crystal clear with the occasional wisp to add a little flair to the nonstop blue. It was about fifty-five Fahrenheit. To think, I had to coax myself from spending more hours in the studio on such a day. Oh, the day did us all good. A few miles this way and that, up, down, over rock and stream, bidding hello to fellow hikers, runners, mild-mannered tree-huggers, not to mention your everyday Subaru-loving-Oregonian-Nike-clad-eco-terrorist—a beautiful thing. (We own an Outback)
When the hike was over, Tricia and I treated ourselves to one of our favorite lunch haunts in the Columbia Gorge. She’s a sockeye kind of girl, while I tend to swerve towards grease-drenched gourmet fungal plant life. Not for any reasons pertaining to largesse of the heart or a feat of extraordinary creature compassion on my part, mind you. They say heads of lettuce scream as they are yanked from their roots, so I suffer equal guilt devouring a leaf of Romaine as I do a 16 oz New York strip—more or less.
Though I walked with thirty songs or so bouncing off the walls of my brain throughout the whole day, it felt so much better to cut through the cacophony amidst the natural wonders—a most extraordinary canvas a Painter did ever paint—the idea that it is fleeting intensifies the beauty.
Palm Desert and LA are coming up this weekend. Got an itchin’ to get back on stage. Had a great rehearsal with Greg today. Feel perilously good!