December 20, 2014
This is a nonfiction account of a relay race to the light.
I don’t claim to be properly cross-referenced beyond the self-indulgence or noble aspirations but I have a good feeling I’m on the right track.
I am still very much unfolding from a memory of ransacked truths.
I can fit any word into my mouth and speak it clearly.
At some point I have eaten most of them.
December 19, 2014
Last night I moved into my new Holland home for three weeks.
It’s from the 1400’s.
There’s a river and a Christmas tree.
It’s five+ stories to myself.
I haven’t explored the fifth floor because I didn’t find it until 4am and, well….
I did find this new little friend in a nest with tiny eggs in its hand
behind a wee door downstairs.
I’m waiting for a 7-year-old friend in Michigan to name it.
Jon (Danielle Plunkett), what we gonna name it?
Igford? Grizzly? Burrito? Tank?
Update: Fifth floor…
December 11, 2014
In Hinckley, England for the day. Last time I was here I sat in a dry sauna in the men’s locker room at a friend’s gym. There was a small window that allowed me to see the whole empty locker room. Two beefed-out bros on roids (zit backs, accessible veins, abducted necks, etc.) blasted into the locker room and aggressively paced around without aim, carrying on in a congratulatory manner about how awesomely they had just gotten their pump on. It was like watching two 9-year-old boys get amped about how they had destroyed the imaginary enemy in a war they invented. Somewhere toward the end of all the muscly affirmations, the one raging bull shouts to the other with conviction, “This is what it takes to be a god!”
Any reaction I had been building toward was stunned out of my body. I felt like I had just witnessed a murder and that if they discovered me sitting in the sauna hearing the private zealous bonding I would surely be consumed for gains. I am thankful I have lived to tell the tale so that future generations might read this and know what it truly takes to rule (basically, get super thick).
December 7, 2014
With warm friends on a rare day off
preparing Sunday dinner to enjoy ’round the table
in front of a seriously cozy fire drying out our clean clothes.
Leigh Adams and Sarah J Coleman, y’all are the real goods
and ongoing proof that I’m a lucky man.
Despite the heaps of blessings surrounding me
here on tour in England,
I am following the unrest at home in the U.S.
with equal parts joy and sadness,
encouraging a complete and honest leveling of the proverbial playing field.
November 24, 2014
When ordering at any restaurant in Brussels
there’s a strong chance it’ll only be funny to you every time asking,
“Do you serve the sprouts of your motherland?”
November 10, 2014
Did a necessary server switch for www.buddywakefield.com.
The merchandise page works smoothly and properly again.
Check it out.
All emails are also channeling to me correctly once more, no worries.
Feel comfortable emailing email@example.com
if you’ve contacted that address for important matters recently
and not gotten a prompt response,
or if your message bounced.
Nov. 12-23 I’ll be at Vipassana in Belgium
so will likely not be able to respond until then
but rest assured emails are consistently and safely arriving now.
From Copenhagen to Brussels today
enjoyin’ the views in month 11 of this world tour.
November 5, 2014
“As humans we need to turn everything from our struggle into a resource.”
–Michael Horvath, Orebro, Sweden (Thank you for the warm venue,
a cozy home, pea soup, and cheese tomato toast.)
Thanks also to Maria Bjork’s family, Regina Theatre,
and Uppsala, Sweden. Was somethin special
to be toured around that epic church…
…and the antique autopsy theater
by a local history major
with a light beam built into her glasses.
The guy who invented the categorizations for plant life
is buried under the church.
The first ever Celsius thermometer is across the street in a museum.
Go Uppsala with your inventive shteez
and a lovely color palette for perfectly-painted houses.
It’s rumored that once, when the organ began playing here,
Sonya Renee Taylor filled the largest church in Northern Europe
using only her singing voice.
“Where one is the other must be.”
— Neon Jesus
November 2, 2014
SOUTH CAROLINA, GEORGIA, FLORIDA
I got no problems bending over backwards
for the chance to do shows with y’all again
March 1-10, 2015
but let’s just make it happen real easy.