Thursday, September 2, 2010

flying

at the airport last night.
arrived to find i hadn't checked in online, so i was on standby.
and somehow my id had important pieces of info missing,
or kind of flashing in and out, so it wasn't usable at all.
and of course, i had somewhere to be,
a show to play, bread to win ...
then i realized i was dreaming,
and i was indeed already on the way to somewhere,
telling dalbo about the dream.
the stress of flying nowadays,
now that we're all terrorists not tourists,
not like the good old days,
when i loved to fly ...
then i really woke up, at home,
to the sound of asa talking to himself in his crib.
the cheeky, tough little dynamo that is my son,
engages me in this life more and more every day.
he loves tractors, drumming, blackberries straight off the vine,
jumping, dressing up in hats and the moon.
he brings me close to the ground,
(where any good taurus should be, eating the flowers)
when flying these days, even in my dreams, is so often a drag.

pleasanton last weekend. 6 shows in 2 days.
like so many of those celtic festivals,
lots of hard playing, lots of sweating.
and lots of good people, old and new,
reminding me why i still go out and do this.
jamming with the lass and lads of albannach on our final tune.
a mighty way to end the day.
and we will do it again next week in new hampshire.

in the meantime, the boy sleeps again after a long and busy day.
sweet dreams little matey.
and lang mae yer lum reek.

angus




2 comments:

  1. I've seen you for 4 years in a row in Milwaukee, WI and i missed it this year because i found work in New Hampshire for the summer and i was SO CLOSE to going to see you in NH and you were only an hour away, but i never made it. Next time i won't miss the chance ^^

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