Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.14.18

My fingers are all cut up. It was visceral, last night. A full load of emotions all built up to singing, screaming and playing to the maximum intensity as I was capable. I recall almost passing out at the microphone. And if I fell, who might catch me?

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.7.18

Just got out of work. Poured a glass of whiskey. On some principle. Or habit. This is the week, though. Anticipation abundant. It happens a different week every year, but in six of those trips around the sun, I’ve always held a reverence for this week. The lead up to my favorite show. A day…