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I found that hitchhiking out here by myself really taught me was how to be¬†myself. ¬†No one who picks you up knows what your normally like, leaving you free to be¬†whoever you like and ultimately leading to learning how you act when not obligated to fit into someone’s perception of you.

He picked me up on the entrance to the 400 as I sat playing guitar with a sheet of paper saying ‘Perry Sound’. ¬†The conversation flowed steady for a good hour or two. ¬†He was headed to the Yukon to hold an Indie Film presentation. ¬†He recommended some good indie movies I said I’d check out but forgot about. ¬†He also played in a punk band in T.O. ¬†He gave me some tips having hitchhiked himself. ¬†He dropped me off at the YMCA in Sudbury. ¬†He even got out and made sure I got in alright.

As I wandered around in Sudbury I came to a park on a hill looking over the town. ¬†I’m always writing lyrics to make into songs and this is what I wrote there:

On a road in nowhere

I sit and stare

to catch a glimpse of what I missed and come to grips

that I don’t care

I was so sad to let it go

but here with open hands I know

the sweetness wasn’t having it held

It was breathing it in a blowing it out

Perfected a futilely flawless routine

inevitably becoming monotony

Had no idea what to do, to do better

so I started my story on a fresh piece of paper

Now following the flow

in the unknown

I listen to the¬†rhythms I’m given

to guide, to decide my direction

The passion is pursuit, not possession, of perfection

I awoke to a horn beeping somewhere behind me.  I pulled myself off the tar of the highway and dragged my stuff to the car.

I remember watching the cars go by for a good couple hours before my vision started to blur. ¬†I mulled over the look of the pavement, thinking of lying down but deciding it looked too hot. ¬†After a while I decided “fuck it”

Dylan was a party guy for sure. ¬†After that hour’s sleep I was right back full of energy shootin the shit and smoking some joints. ¬†We drove by this turnoff to somewhere I forget the name of and he was like, “That’s my turnoff but I’m gonna go to Banff with you and we’ll party it up tonight!”

The plan was set: ¬†We’d grab some beers, set up camp, go into town and pick up some hippie chicks, go to the bar then back to camp for beers, campfire and singalong parties. ¬†It was a perfect plan….almost.

We set up a camp in the middle of the woods, on a relatively flat spot on the side of a mountain below where we parked. ¬†We had the beer, a circle of rocks for the campfire and Dylan’s tent setup. ¬†We walked around town for awhile, taking in the sights. ¬†I don’t have to tell you what a beautiful town Banff is.

We were walking through a park and we see these two girls in white with dreadlocks.  Me and Dylan exchange a single nod and stroll on over.  Breanna, blond and pixyish, a real live wire; you could almost see the fairy dust fall off her, and Colby,  reddreads, sweet as hell; we let them in on the plan.

Now the night’s a bit of a blur. ¬†There was beer, Jagermeister (note: ¬†I thought it was spelt with a Y when this was written;-) wings and some dancing to a band. ¬†The band wasn’t very good which didn’t matter at all. ¬†I couldn’t remember if anyone else was dancing or if the band was even playing. ¬†Yes, apparently the band was playing and No, apparently no one else was dancing.

I got everyone to haul back rocks for the fire pit but god knows how we carried them up that mountain as drunk as we were.  We sat around the fire having some drinks; I was playing guitar and we sang songs who know how well.

When the girls announced they were going to bed it was met with protests from Dylan and I that we needed cuddles. ¬†“Cuddle with each other”, was the reply. ¬†I decided I’d sleep by the fire…

This is a long ride so I’ll continue it this Wed. ¬†You’ll wanna check it out ’cause I almost fuckin die!!!!

That got yer attention dinnit

To be continued……

New Song!!!

Posted: January 15, 2009 in Uncategorized
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Check out my new song Bare Bones. ¬†Careful, it’s heavy (you’ll wanna lift with your knees;-)