Namaste blog tribe I ran last week. Uptown, downtown, east and west. Friday I swam on the roof of a west village hotel and touched pink toes with a divine new companion who resides in California. Saturday the most legit Artist I have literally ever encountered sat at my big black table and created in a way that widened my eyes and stretched my smile. Serious business. Sunday was Pride, enough said. July is going to be a wonderous, alcohol free...
Yesterday after writing morning poetry to Moto Boy, who I discovered listening to a German internet radio station, I had the pleasure of connecting with him in social media land. This led me to Moto Boy's latest release, Keep Your Darkness Secret. Within 10 seconds my hair was let down and I was once again bending in the city breeze... writing poetry. After my Allen Stone episode last week, which had me shimmying on summer sidewalks up and down...
While Jersey has gotten a few shout-outs in my webland pocket, I've never impulsively jumped a bus there. Not until yesterday... That's right blog tribe, I bussed it to Jersey yesterday. Why? Exactly. Sometimes things just happen. The bus adventure was entertaining. First I went to Penn Station instead of Port Authority. I think the whole "P" word / west side thing scrambled my brains a bit. Fortunately, I was still listening to Allen Stone...
I'm really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I've even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone's first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday. "So wait?" I told myself. "The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare - has only played like, one...