April 13, 2015
Bam! Photo courtesy Jon Berardi,
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.
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!
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 firstname.lastname@example.org for details.
Who’s gonna drive Steel Horse
when I take my hand off the trigger
and climb out the sunroof?
Above: Uncle Ricky’s Husband
Buddy and Leigh in Cardiff, Wales.
Somewhere in Arizona.
Steel horse drives itself.
Durban, South Africa.
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!
March 6, 2015
SEATTLE!! 2 shows added in SEATTLE!!
Tickets via www.buddywakefield.com/tour-info.
Today is my first day alone without Kaylen
(I’ma miss you so stinkin much, K)
as me and the steel horse trek back across
the entire South and up the West Coast.
See the link above for details to added shows,
end of the world tour party,
and come on out for the ride.
February 25, 2015
How ‘bout reoccurring moments
that highlight how much
we have not been paying attention.
February 18, 2015
Nothin’ but jam-packed thanks front to back
for the Flavorpill crew in NYC last night
coming through once again with
one of the warmest shows of the tour.
We’d like to apologize to you,
delivery man in the back corner,
for making you pile in
and the predictable enthusiasm about your pizza.
Who can blame?
February 17, 2014
ATLANTA SHOW w/ ANDREA GIBSON!!
March 4, 2015 Buddy Wakefield and Andrea Gibson at Vinyl,
1374 West Peachtree Street NW, Atlanta, GA, 7pm
TICKETS can be purchased HERE.
This is the show I’ve most looked forward to since Sydney,
Australia when Anis Mojgani and I got to cross paths.
There’s nothing like performing with family when the road’s been long.
If you can’t make it, I’ll be doin’ a show in Athens the night before
at Normaltown Records with Kaylen Alan Krebsbach
that’s gonna be a sure-win blast.
Y’all come on out both nights.
I leave you with my favorite pic of Andrea and I
lookin’ straight outta Gummo in Edinburgh, Scotland.
February 16, 2015
Still so stinkin’ stoked Jimmy Jones,
my first best friend in this life from four years old
showed up at The Blarney Stone show in Norwich, NY.
Grilled cheese ball.
February 10, 2015
… I have so much blood
when I wake up
it rumbles under my ears
a stampede of blazing horse rabies
barreling toward my threshold.
Put your head to my plunging chest if you
still can’t hear them coming.
In my hiding spots
they find me
breathing too loud.
I have been pulled out by the ankles.
In these bones
it is my understanding
whatever suffering is left of me when I die
will translate and travel with me.
On days like today
this is the only reason I stay here.
When I go
I do not want to take this beast with me. Not one more step.
(Image by AJ Frena.)