This written about three years back; I’ve since gone throughout divorce and now on reset. But you know, all of this sentiment still holds.
It’s the people in your life that matter. GOOD.
“Spent part of this past weekend with a few of my wife’s old friends. Good little bunch of folks, nice to have the time with them.
Super cool to see old friends together, easy rapport, recollections, new chapters shared too. I love having those moments with my peeps too; but really, just as inspiring to watch it happen with those who mean the most to you. Good Times.
Old places — in this case, Santa Cruz — old one the sense that it’s familiar, but also not a place I get to very often. Cool place to re-connect, cool place to hang and soak up the stories.
As we round out the year and the decade, good time to remember what matters most in this life: the people we’re with and the stories we share.
Here’s to the 20’s arriving shortly, and all the possibilities, all the good.”
A long while back — true enough, it HAS been a long time…
This band from the San Francisco Bay Area — where I’ve called home the whole of my life — they went through iterations…and as rock pop was blossoming in the 1980’s…Jefferson Starship was well in the mix,
and this song was the last track on their “Modern Times” album…and I can recall LOVING this song…
and it occurs to me, it’s similar to other super fast, many words songs…but this one, it made it for me, super happy to have found this one again…let’s go up the stairway —
“Stairway To Cleveland”
Whatcha gonna do about Cleveland? Whatcha gonna do about rock & roll? Whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy? Whatcha gonna do about it? Hey we gotta a new band – a new face – a new time! Sing a song of rock & roll & drive us all crazy People tell me everything I need to know about
Rock & roll Politics n’ all about our new band But some people never happy “don’t like it” – “didn’t see it” oh oh They had to make a comment!
Your new drummer’s crazy, your manager’s an asshole! get a new shirt? I can’t stand your guitar player! Rolling stone, village voice, picky picky picky! Said we can’t sing, can’t play, can’t write anyway! New name – old name – carry on, with such insane fuckers everywhere,
Whatcha gonna do about it? Whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy? Whatcha gonna do about romance? Whatcha gonna do about tense moments?
So I gotta new girl blonde girl big mouth big heart y’know I like her, But they say she’s too noisy, atomic girl!… atomic girl! New York – L.A. times rock & roll magazines, said we couldn’t make it But here we go again on rock and roll radio, rock and roll radio, People tell me everything I need to hear about what we need, what we Got, what we’re never gonna get
Old singers gone away – whatcha gonna do about it? gold records rock & Roll n’ why dontcha sound like you used to in ’65? ’69? ’75? Everybody stand up, they got to make a comment, critics said they’ll Never make it, never make it, never never never never never never never Never never!
Fuck you! we do what we want! Chaos comin’, keep strummin’, louder & louder & louder & louder, Whatcha gonna do about it? whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy? whatcha Gonna do about it? whatcha gonna do about dark ages? whatcha gonna do About nite time? whatcha gonna do about Walter Cronkite? whatcha gonna Do about romance? whatcha gonna do about the economic price index? Whatcha gonna do about llluuuuuv? whatcha gonna do about tense moments? Whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy crazy crazy?
Whatcha gonna do about it? [7x] War & toxic chemicals and mister Rogers n’ true love n’ the end of Civilization n’ muzak n’ the ptl club n’ Ronald Reagan n’ guns n’ the Draft, b52’s n’ nuclear fission dc-10’s n’ cancer science fiction brain Control drugs n’ sex n’ buddha n’ 714s 45s eight billion people jesus Krishna n’ everybody n’ rock and roll surrealism – everything Everything everything everything!
Fuck you! we do what we want!
writers: Jefferson Starship in 1976 (left to right: Pete Sears, David Freiberg, Paul Kantner, Marty Balin, Grace Slick, Craig Chaquico, and John Barbata)
Working in the warehouse today, standing in-between the looming racks of material, pallets up high, down low, also looses boxes neatly stacked. I’m between PL1 and PL2.
Gray, rainy day outside, much needed rain for our drought-stricken state. The weather turned wet yesterday, and is expected to continue throughout today.
Near the location I’m working in the vast warehouse to stage material, there is an eight-inch pipe running parallel one of the main beams that goes floor to ceiling.
When I was here early morning, I could hear the water from the rain on the roof running down the pipe. Strangely soothing.
The gentle sound has persisted through the morning. It’s in the background, quite subtle, but steady, most welcome,
Welcome solace to the workday pace, heightened as year-end approaches.
Find a little peace, a little joy where you can, every minute, every day.