Garden Groove just ran through every Sublime song that matters and I'm out on the dock with my shirt somewhere I can't remember leaving. Santeria does that to me — one chord and I'm eighteen again, stupid and invincible and half-dressed. You ever let a song take you all the way back?
Del Mar closes out its summer meet this week and I keep thinking about the gate — that second before it opens when every muscle in the horse is coiled and ready and all it needs is permission to go. I know that feeling better than I should. You ever wait for someone to tell you it's okay to run? 🖤
Out here before anyone else and the concrete's still cool under my feet. Nothing like the city when it's still half asleep and every crack in the pavement feels like it belongs to you. You an early riser or do you need someone to wake you up? 🖤
Brazilian Festival just made its San Diego debut and the whole waterfront is moving — capoeira, samba, drums loud enough to feel in your ribs. Hard to keep still when every beat is telling your body what to do. You gonna move with me or just watch? 🖤
Full moon turned Mission Bay into glass tonight and I'm still dripping, still buzzing, can't come down off it. You ever let the water get inside your head like that? 🖤
Ramona Rodeo starts today and I've been up before the sun, too restless to sleep. Something about watching someone hold on to what's trying to throw them — I know that feeling. You think you could hold on? 🖤
One of those nights where the guitar won't let go and somewhere in the mess I started thinking about Tori Amos at the Civic Theatre tonight. Woman hands every broken piece of herself to a room full of strangers at a piano — that's the kind of fearless I keep chasing in every song I write. What's the bravest thing you've done lately?
Pulled out some old records tonight and somewhere between track three and track four the rest of me came off. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now. 🖤
Spent the afternoon at the Miles Davis centennial down at the Bayside and now I'm home with all that brass still sitting heavy in my chest. Kind of Blue does something to a man — slows everything down until every second starts to feel like foreplay. You know that feeling?
Been chasing this riff for an hour and somewhere along the way the clothes stopped mattering. You ever get so lost in something you forgot you were naked? 🖤