We decided to reconnect . We decided to go on a date. Broadview station seemed as good a place as any to meet. Being a dream, of course, it wasn’t really Broadview station. It looked more like Runnymede . For some reason, I was wearing leather pants and a long sleeved fishnet shirt. You, naturally, looked beautiful. You asked me to change. I, naturally , couldn’t. We lived in the country. It looked like Ireland but, it felt like home. We ate Jamaican food and drank bottles of Ting.
okay - sorry for the delay - the ‘on the road/from the road show’ didn’t pan out….here’s a regular dosage of twang…..i switched hosts as archive.org has no limitations……all future podcasts will be hosted here!!!
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I’ve been taking a lot of stock the last couple of months and I am not exactly happy with the amount of product I have to sort through.
I’ve already written two ‘make amends’ letters this week. Ordinarily I’d rather meet face-to-face for that sort of thing, but geography encourages an alternative. I thought about making phone calls….but, as I tend to ramble and repeat myself when I get excited, the written word seemed more fitting, finite and to-the-point.
Most of my stock-taking and amend-making stems from a small hand-full of things; neglect, abandonment, alcohol, fear, anger and selfishness. I am guilty of either being a victim or victimizing via these things. I’ll not get into details today, but I’m carrying more baggage than my shoulders can take. My shoulders are very strong.
This is the first year of my life, that I actually sat down and wrote New Years’ resolutions. I’ve already trounced my 13th rule - the one I deemed the most important one not to break. This breaks my heart.
I’ve really been putting my head down and working , literally, figuratively & metaphorically towards better days; better times. Future joys to be revealed and experienced. My muscles are sore, my feet are sore, my mind is tired. My hands - especially the knuckles on my right hand - burn. I love it. I had forgotten.
It feels good to write again. My first love.
Other than two great kids and a handful of half-decent songs, I haven’t accomplished very much in my life. I am aiming to change that. I am changing that.
my new northern outpost has me feeling down. alone. and shitty. couldn’t even go two effin’ weeks without breaking the rules….#13 just crashed and burned. i’m finding it harder and harder to see the point. fucking chest pains. what a disaster. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_73TpOsujs
well, i fucked up on my 52 songs in 52 week project…..summer time came and work started getting busy and there was lots of alcohol that needed abusing and a divorce and living in a trailer, etc, etc….on the up-side, i did manage to play 50+ gigs between May and September, so that’s good….i think i’ll take another stab at the 52 week thing…..except this time, maybe one song per month is a more reasonable approach…..www.reverbnation.com/jdmccallen
pretty slow up here in the Klondike- still quite dark and cold….we are gaining 6 minutes of sunlight, every day, right now….so things are becoming brighter exponentially…and Mother Nature has given us a break from her -35 degree+ shenanigans…I’ve been writing/recording a whole bunch of new songs! things are pretty bitchin’!