My last night in Victoria. Hit up the Victoria Folk Music Society, really nice scene…A super talented bass player joins in on a few tunes. Nice to have some musical conversation after playing solo for two weeks. It is a great way to end the tour. I go to sleep with a big smile and a big heart. Wishing I could stay longer in Victoria, but ready to sleep in my own bed and in my own room with out numerous Germans sharing bunk beds.
…smooth ferry ride from Vancouver to Victoria. Booked into the little hostel right downtown. I walk the streets for hours and immediately fall in love with this place. Victoria is right on the water and it reminds me of Cali and San Francisco. I feel at home here. Will’s birthday is saturday so we go out to a breakfast of blueberry french toast and I happily explore cobbled side streets and little shops before our gig.
Our last official gig is at the Cornerstone cafe in Fernwood, right outside downtown Victoria. As we play the summer afternoon turns into hot rain, lighting – sky lit on fire with the most unusual and beautiful purple, red, orange sunset. The dramatic weather gets me back in touch with the sense connection and integration with all these forces around me; having a place in the natural pattern.
Later at the hostel I find on the bookshelf one of those “choose your own adventure” books…Feeling the adventure in my own life fully. Feeling the energy gathering around this direction I am moving in. And underneath the general physical exhaustion of the trip, there is an even stronger current of excitement, resolution, faith…love.Me and Will getting fish n’ chips by the wharf before our last gig in Victoria BC.
Rain in July. Thrust into the dizzy electric downtown of Vancouver. Streets are torn up, construction everywhere in anticipation of the Olympics in 2010. Wandering through the outrageously dressed club hoppers and construction paraphernalia. Midnight…it feels like 2030…a set of a sci-fi movie. foreign. confusion. music is not happening tonight. Sleep only sporadically between the sirens and street sounds. Off to the ferry and Victoria.
Seattle. Haze of tiredness. I play at this little cafe in Ballard, every song seems to have this extra emotional weight to it today…all usual defenses are worn down into the raw immediate experiences of each day. I sleep on my friend Emma’s couch high up on Capital Hill, lulled to sleep by the cool air, the tallest trees and the faint sounds of the city. I don’t play Seattle Song, but the lyrics are in my head:
Motel 6 at Grant’s Pass…homemade quiche in land of fast food….nowhere….We slip into the sweltering hellish heatwave that has overtaken Portland the one day we are here. Both Will and I sweat out our songs – it is like hot yoga with a guitar. Some folks I met in Mexico come out to watch and we survive until the sun goes down….
I am a road warrior….enveloped now by the thick, quiet mystery of the redwoods in Humboldt….Stopping in Arcata in search of an open mic. Only one is a women’s night – “Menstrual Mondays,” the other is canceled, so we press on into the night to get as much driving done before the drive to Portland tomorrow.
Bathroom break on the 101 North…
(Opportunity for Spiritual Growth.)
>Home Sweet Home. We have the great pleasure of being guests on Rusty Gates’ show Free Range Pickin on KWMR before our gig later. We get to play a few songs and talk about the tour. If you couldn’t tune in, check the whole thing out here:
Sleeping Lady….Camera and video camera both run out of batteries, but luckily the “smart” phones come in handy. I am off kilter tonight for many reasons. But feel very loved by all our friends that come and stay until the late hours of the night. My favorite moments are after midnight when we get out the shakers and the tambourine…my friend Gustav gets up to play some songs and music gets back to feeling easy and fun.