May 21, 2015
May 13, 2015
I was at a Vipassana course when Mother’s Day arrived
so Mom made a collage in our honor.
Commenting on my affinity for Conway Twitty’s glasses
during a time of Journey and the Miami Vice everything-must-go rack
would just be downright cruel.
Sorry about the glare off my chin in the right side pic.
It was an accidental collision between the flash and the Clearasil.
I love you, Mom.
April 29, 2015
Walkin off the grid to Vipassana til May 10th.
Be good to each other.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
with Leila, Louie and little George.
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.
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.
I got out of the van, held my arms wide open,
watched her backpackin smile run up the shoulder.
Hug the sun. Yes!