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The ticklish forever

April 29, 2015

Walkin off the grid to Vipassana til May 10th.
the ticklish forever
Be good to each other.
Love,
Buddy

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    Free may have made it hard to breathe

    April 23, 2015

    1) If forced to pick a favorite, this.
    2) It’s been up for over a year and has 180 views.
    I’ve watched it at least 27 times.
    I’m in love and can no longer be selfish.
    I write alongside it when no one’s watching.
    3) It’s 16 minutes and 31 seconds long,
    which statistically means only about .75 of you
    will ever click play, hungry badgers.
    4) Consider passing the video on to true-of-heart quality
    artists navigating in good form, whether in front of 15 or 15,000.

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      Puzzles with Mom

      April 22, 2015

      Puzzle 2
      Mom and me 2

      April 21, 2015

      Mom Puzzle
      Mom and Me

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        Land the plan

        April 21, 2015

        plain plane
        While others are losing trust that it is possible
        it is still possible.

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          Today I met my nephew

          April 18, 2015

          Liam Zane

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            In Concert

            April 16, 2015

            One of the most influential and trusty heroes
            of my college years, Lee Shefferman, saw a poster
            for the the final show of this epic Riled Up
            and Wasted On Light World Tour, which will be
            realized tomorrow where he now works as
            a counselor at UNC in Greeley, Colorado.
            Neither of us knew til last night.
            Tonight I got to eat dinner with he and
            his two little girls (made out of calm candy and
            smiles that melt steel). One of them sang me a song
            from Little Mermaid. Whole restaurant clapped when she finished.
            There are 16 months (maybe 40 years) of reasons
            I hold these tears on top of my face,
            all of which have to do with arriving.
            Lee and me
            See y’all tomorrow night for one last show
            (before I fly to Texas and put puzzles together with Mom!):
            Tickets via www.buddywakefield.com/tour-info
            Coincidence must be made of magnets.

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              Land the plane

              April 15, 2015

              I was the ONLY passenger on the flight into Kirksville, MO.
              Captain Matt let me ride shotgun.
              We were 8000 feet up when he took this picture.
              Kirksville Flight
              Thank you Truman University
              for an unforgettable second-to-last show
              of one long motherlovin world tour.
              And thank you aggressive handsome man in the St. Louis airport
              for offering me a handjob at the urinal.
              While I didn’t feel comfortable accepting,
              I was having a bad hair day
              and ya really made me feel like one of the gangbang.

              “…and I lift my glass to the awful truth
              which you can’t reveal to the ears of youth
              except to say it isn’t worth a dime.” – L. Cohen

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                Bring it in

                April 13, 2015

                Bam! Photo courtesy Jon Berardi,
                Buddy and Jon
                the man who produced all my CDs.
                That’s he and I twenty years ago.
                Bummer Mervyn’s went out of business
                or I’d be able to better help anyone
                in the market for some blossoming khaki shorts.

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                  Geese bump

                  April 6, 2015

                  I once had two geese, The Colonel and Mrs. Marple.
                  They were very much in love.
                  Mrs. Marple died.
                  A week later The Colonel started laying eggs.
                  I had to rethink how I looked at Colonel.
                  I also had to find Colonel a good home
                  so he wouldn’t be by him… herself.
                  Two years later, meet Colonel Lucy and Leroy
                  Colonel Lucy and Leroy Leila Louie and little George

                  with Leila, Louie and little George.
                  Leile Louie and little George

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                    Finish Line Shine with the nines

                    March 25, 2015

                    Early last year in Phoenix I made a FB post
                    about a woman traveling West with Kaylen and I.
                    The post said, “We picked up a rad Slovakian.
                    Headed West. Night off. Free to roam.”
                    Her name was Patricia.
                    She had been traveling the world on her own for six years
                    and was looking forward to the West Coast.
                    patricia k and I
                    Before Patricia could leave Arizona with us
                    she had to hear back about an odd job
                    that she wanted to follow through on
                    to avoid leaving the employer high and dry.
                    When it was time for Kaylen and I to pull out,
                    Patricia had to stay behind.
                    A year later, today, I stopped to pick up a hitchhiker
                    in Klamath Falls, Oregon.
                    patricia hitchin
                    Holy Patricia.
                    I got out of the van, held my arms wide open,
                    watched her backpackin smile run up the shoulder.
                    Hug the sun. Yes!

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                      The Welcome End

                      March 23, 2015

                      SONOMA, BEND, PORTLAND, SEATTLE, MISSOURI, COLORADO…
                      Sixteen months of wide open wild-eyed wander wonder and the gift of a passing landscape. Sharp cheddar and chocolate. I can see the end of this guardrail arriving in tunnels and waves. The trail behind smacks of smoked salt Iceland and South African laughter, breaths of Belgian Vipassana, Leicester hot cocoa, European Christmas markets, hard Canadian lesson plans, 25,000 miles of U.S. peanut butter and the tires of a Steel Horse; sailing and Sydney, Australia; chandelier swinging in Stockholm, hot damn Amsterdam, the warm winter blanket of Nijmegen; Mom’s house when she sings only The Highwaymen’s version of “Take It To The Limit” late at night and gets lost in it; the open approaching arms of Austin, which may or may not be deodorized; bring them no less. Boulder, I am coming to rest on your sweetest namesake when it’s over. I will have the soup, nothing heavy, and a fresh salad, plenty of color. I will take them at my writing desk when I get back from the trail ride, from the sun run, from stretching in the smell of a clean gym. From all of us here at Riled Up and Wasted On Light, thank you. Here’s the last of it for now:

                      March 24, 2014 Sonoma State University, black box theater – Ives Building Room 76, Rohnert Park, CA, 6:30pm

                      March 25, 2015 Volcanic Theater, 70 SW Century Drive, Bend, OR, 7pm (doors at 6)

                      March 26, 2015 Holocene, 1001 Se Morrison, Portland, OR, 7pm sharp

                      April 4, 2015 Richard Hugo House, 1634 11th Avenue, Seattle, WA, 7pm TICKETS ($5 students/$10 general; limited seating)

                      April 10, 2015 The Fremont Abbey, 4272 Fremont Avenue North, Seattle, WA, 8pm

                      April 14, 2015 Student Union Building HUB, Truman State University, Kirksville, MO, 7:00pm

                      April 17, 2015 Soapbox Slam, Miln Auditorium, Kepner Hall, University of Northern Colorado, Greeley, CO, workshop 5:30-7pm; performance at 8pm

                      All tickets available via www.buddywakefield.com/tour-info (otherwise for sale at door).

                      April 25, 2015 Riled Up and Wasted On Light End of the World Tour Party at Ranch Dressing hosted by Derrick Brown and Write Bloody Publishing in Elgin, TX!! Bring a tent, or there’s a Hampton down the street. Holler buddy@buddywakefield.com for details.

                      Who’s gonna drive Steel Horse
                      when I take my hand off the trigger
                      and climb out the sunroof?
                      Uncle Ricky Husband
                      Above: Uncle Ricky’s Husband
                      leigh bud 2
                      Buddy and Leigh in Cardiff, Wales.
                      shoshone wy
                      Shoshone, Wyoming.
                      Photo by Adam Thomas at Monster Bar in Canberra
                      Canberra, Australia.
                      Photo by Stemschot in Ghent
                      Ghent, Belgium.
                      sunroof
                      Somewhere in Arizona.
                      Steel Horse
                      Steel horse drives itself.
                      Buddy and Page
                      Durban, South Africa.
                      New Water
                      Hobart.

                      All ways,
                      Buddy

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                        The Horizon Line

                        March 19, 2015

                        PHOENIX, FLAGSTAFF, SAN DIEGO, SANTA MONICA…
                        After a quick pit stop at the dentist in Naco, Mexico,
                        TONIGHT kicks off the home stretch of it!
                        naco dentist
                        www.buddywakefield.com/tour-info

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