"I was walking down the street, with my friend and he said ’ I hear music’. As though there’s any other way to take it in. ‘You’re not special. That’s how I receive it too… I tried to taste it, but it did not work’." ~ Mitch Hedberg
Haunted…

"The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now"
Bill Cosby~
My dads birthday was yesterday and his favorite season is upon us. Halloween!
Yes, it’s a “season”~ an entire month of us planning when to go to haunted houses and what costumes we would wear and even how he would go about scaring the Bejeezus out of the neighbor kids!
We were the only house on the block that had a mini haunted house you walked through with stations of terror..
We also lived next door to a funeral home. ( at one point we built a house across from the cemetery but didn’t move in) ..Dad would set up a haunted house for the kids at the church in the basement. He and mom would dress up & go to great lengths to really make Halloween fun.
Later when it became obvious that I was not giving them a grandchild ( bad Traci ) they had moved to some acreage -10 to be exact, but it never got the amount of trick or treaters that made buying a small bag of candy necessary. So Dad would pack up ALL his Halloween decorations and bring them to our house and make a huge pot of chili while mom would enjoy handing out candy and seeing the kids in their costumes! ( dad was usually on a hidden microphone talking like Boris Karloff and scaring the kids because he’s the biggest kid of all lol
Yes this time of year makes me think that when I go home for a visit.. Dad and I , even though I’m almost 50, will go to a few haunted houses together.
It’s a tradition, and I’m a big kid at heart, and truthfully, those moments are the ones that I carry with me..

..hah, I hadn’t planned on writing anything about my dad, or me, or Halloween really. I was actually just writing some ideas down, for a project that is in my head. Dickens said “An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to before it will explain itself”
Ghost, made me think Dad, and his birthday yesterday , & then I was off to the races.. ” oh look a pony”!
.. It’s so true, my mind goes , & goes & goes, to the front and back in time..
Maybe it’s why I’m writing more lately,
Maybe there are ghosts I’m trying to make peace with. I have been working on my first attempt at a song. ( which is scaring the hell out of me ) …Ralph Ellison said “The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike”
… Maybe this spooky season will cast a spell on me and a spirit will whisper to me the magic answer

"Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars." -Gustave Flaubert
I wrote a letter to my dad, I was going to write ‘I really enjoyed being here’, but I accidentally wrote ‘rarely’ instead of ‘really’. But I wanted to use it, I didn’t want to cross it out, so I wrote ‘I rarely drive steamboats, Dad. There’s a lot of sh*t you don’t know about me. Quit trying to act like I’m a steamboat operator.’ I know this letter took a harsh turn right away
Mitch Hedberg
Bob Dylan~

"When you feel in your gut what you are and then dynamically pursue it - don’t back down and don’t give up - then you’re going to mystify a lot of folks."

Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question
Albert Camus
At every moment, our bodies are continually responding to the messages from our minds
Unknown
Have the courage to live. Anyone can die
Robert Cody
According to most studies, people’s number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you’re better off in the casket than doing the eulogy
Jerry Seinfeld
Johnny Winter R.I.P.

I had the privilege of meeting Jonny Winter many , many times over the years. He played frequently at the Lone Star (the live rock club I DJ’d at) and had the best seat in the house for every performance of any show there.
His crew would always introduce me to him and he would stop playing guitar to shake my hand and then talk to me for a while… But make no mistake he always , ALWAYS was sitting with that guitar and playing it! :)
.. That struck me. How it was an extension of him. Like an appendage he was born with. Sometimes he would talk and pick at the same time only stopping to laugh or gesticulate (gripping one hand on his guitar most times)
He told me great stories too! About Janis Joplin ( my favorite one he ever told me ) & SRV, etc… And his crew always told me a few about him.
His tour manager used to joke that
“Johnny may be legally blind, but he sees more than he let’s on” ” he’s driven the your bus before!”.. “& I guarantee he knows that there is a pretty woman standing right here watching him”…”Yes, Johnny sees more than he let’s on!”

R.i.P. Johnny Winter. Thanks for all the music and the great stories. It was an honor. I hope Janice isn’t wearing the hat with purple feathers.. But maybe you shouldn’t resist so much ;)
~tw