Healing, Healing, Healing. Yet Again.

Man, I had kind of a crappy day yesterday and got home in a foul mood. We were supposed to go to the panel discussion at the library about John Isberg's local music documentary. I was in such a bad mood that I started wavering. Owen went full court press convincing me to go, and Leo was sweetly sympathetic. God I love my boys. I finally went, not that I really wanted to at that point, but I knew I'd be pissed as hell at myself if I didn't. 

I was glad I did of course. John did a fabulous job putting this together and I think it meant a lot to a lot of different people. It took me a while to get myself into the right mode...but I got to see some people I love and I got a hug from Brad Elvis and that always makes me happy. We sat with Debbie Stewart and Sasha and that helped too. Listening to so many people talk about Mabel's and Screams and the CU scene and the fucking BOND we all feel...it slowly started to soften my edges. Afterward we talked to a few more people we loved. 

We got into the car to head home and Owen sent a text. "parents the oven is still at 400 do you want me to slap in a pizza or something for when you get home?" Snort.

Ernie and I sat in the living room decompressing and Owen sat on the couch playing guitar. He asked me what I wanted to hear and I told him She Tore Me Down. As he played it the last of my bad day seemed to slink away.

October 27, 2017....Peter Case with the Taxi Boys. It will do your heart good.