Sound check. It’s sound check time. The noise from the amphitheatre we built travels across the crush pad I spent so much time on, over the vines we planted and up the hill to the house I thought I owned. Finish the moonshine just brought back from Tennessee and close all the windows. The sound has arrived. The music is here, it’s just a bit deadened. Now pull the drapes. The beautiful sunny sparkly day becomes a wall of taupe.
There was a time when I had the idea to fill this property with music because music in all its loveliness brings people together. I said “If I’m going to live here we might as well have fun”. Now I find myself trying to drown it out in one way or another. I could go somewhere, but I’m tired of running away.
Funny how your life can change in one year. Funny peculiar. Not funny ha ha.