Two Steps from the Blues.

I like my women like I like my whiskey; at night and aged over 25.
I like em' hot hot hot like the fourth of July.

Every so often I break into some sort of exploration of the blues. I run around in new ideas, concepts artists. The past month or so I've been swimming around in the licks of Derek Trucks, Eric Clapton, Albert Collins, and Freddie King. But I can't ever seem to stay away from the Johnny Winter's self titled. Once I get a certain distance from with my new knowledge, I begin to crave it. There isn't much that can quench that thirst for my blues like the hot guitarslinger that I love. I think I'm taking that one to the grave.

I picked up some new records as of late. I should put up a list of my library of records one day.

I recently read World Made Straight by Ron Rash. Not only did it affirm my attachment to the South, it sent me grasping for everything in my life that is rooted here. If I leave Texas, it's going to be rough.

I have solitude nudging at my back. I'm trying to fight it by hanging out with people I haven't spent much time with. I jammed with a friend I met at a concert a year ago. It was great. I'm hoping to hang out with some people in my group I only see in group settings. My friend John's fiancee is leaving for the month of July, I'm sure he'll be bored out of his mind. Natalie might be coming in July. Maybe Kirby and I will hang out. I think I can do this.

I'm thinking I want to get a dog. I don't have any pets that can walk around with me, that I can take places. Leeland and Arbor don't like to stray far from their water, and Remedious is too skiddish when she leaves my hands. I want a puppy to sit with me on the porch and go with me to the beach. Maybe I just miss my dog that my parents won't part with.

I got all the time off I needed from work. I'm set to explore my perspectives of veganism, the blues, the south, myself, and my philosophies.

MUCH to come.

Paz.