Life did get better for a while, and then it hit me.  Not life, but rather a piece of wood, a rather large piece of wood.  Right in the face.  Took out my nose and most of my right eyelid, but I do have health insurance and the doctor at the hospital did a good job of sewing everything back to where it belongs,   But I am going to lay off working hard for a few days and keep a low profile.  I posted a picture on Facebook if you must see how gross I look.  But I am thankful that my site came back in a few minutes, oh, I forgot to mention that when I got hit, I went blind for about 5 min, and was bleeding profusely.  I was sort of out of it but managed to call 911 and walk out to the truck and look into the mirror.  Oh I was working on the lathe making somethiing and the wood flew off, I wasn't just hit by some flying piece of wood in my shop.  Anyway the swelling is going down, but I did manage to score very high on the stupidity scale.  Shoulda, coulda, didn't.

Since I am not working at the moment I guess this is a good time to be on the injured list.

I did manage to go into the studio last week and record a few new songs, one of which managed to jump to #11 on the blues chart on Soundclick.com/davetheroadman.  It's called Full time lover and part time voodoo queen.  My friend Paul whom I met at the Md. Faery festival helped me write it.

If you are reading this and haven't talked to me in a while, do it.  I like to know how my friends are doing.

Waz

Ok so things don't always go the way you plan them.  I got a cold at the EPR, on the way home I blew a intake hose on the diesel, then ran into a bridge construction and had to detour 20 miles. So I took my other truck but then I had no place to sleep, so I get this hotel room, and then the lights went out.  So I took my guitar and went into the bar, and played there until the lights came on, (they had gas lights.).  Then my space at the show got moved to the back and this lady backs into my trailer. I am now set up behind a butchering demonstration so all the smoke from the wood fires and the smell of pig come blowing into the tent.  Sales are mediocre and to top it all off there is no Sunday bunny. Oh and I drive away from the show and forget to lock the trailer door, but I catch it before shit falls out.

So I go home, go to the Dr. get new brakes on the truck, and new tires, and wipers, and a new hose, and new springs, and a new backup light, and a new running light, and a new brake line, and give the dog a bath and take the grandkids to McD for lunch.

But I feel good enough to bitch about it so I guess that's a good thing.

Wish I wasn't going to spend another weekend alone.

Deep in the limestone caverns known as the catacombs, 60 ft. under the basement of Bube's Brewery in Mt. Joy there was an intimate gathering of friends last night. We had gathered to feast the fall equinox and had come from far off places to hear a goddess sing.
Wendy Rule, here for just a short time from her native Australia, it was once again a pleasure to join her celebration.  Wendy drew her energy from deep in the earth and shared a fragrance of sound unlike any other that I had heard before.  With Rachel her cellist they danced with the flickering firelight that shone around them. (A little too brightly at times, Wendy was forced to stop at one point and douse a candle which had been overcome with exhuberance)  their intermission was filled with a wonderful shadow puppet show by her beloved one Timothy.  There were pirates about, and even an appearance by Ruby and Micky Finn.  I got to see my friend Birdman and his lovely wife Samantha (my Reiki master, trainer), Cynthia and Adam, Mulenna and Emerson, Billy Bardo, and a plethora of beautiful ladies too numberous to mention. 

So as we enter into the fall season, we give thanks for those we call friends, and ask for a blessing of peace throughout the entire world.  So mote it be.

I found a place where Saturday night begins on Thursday afternoon.  It's a place where jello shots on the street are a buck, and they have strawberry.  Clowns rule the streets and if you chose to pass you must jump the speed bump and follow the silliest path complete with it's crazy spins and the lose your shit pitfalls.  But I'm not going to tell you where it is.  Anyway its too hard to find, and you haven't traveled on the roads you need to travel on to get there.  But trust a wizard, it does exist.

It's a place where bubbles flow freely thru the air, where bare butt children laugh and play in mud puddles along with their parents.  All of the women are goddesses and they all smile at Waz because they see that he see's the goddess in them.  Grilled cheese sandwiches are deep fried and so are the oreos.

I met a goddess tonight, she was in need of a wizard there were demons chasing her and she was frightened.  So she came to Waz.  She took me to the ice cream man, he's the guy with the grilled cheese sandwiches.  Are you following that!  That's just the way it is in this magic land.  If you want the whole story you will have to pay attention.  The game is continually changing.  She needs to drink from the healing water. 

Fireworks shoot from out of nowhere, the band is real.  Gumballs are 3 for a quarter, or free if you don't have a quarter but rumor has it they are infested with worms and bears, gummies that is.  There are people breathing fire and spinning it too.  The bass drives you like a train, and the drum dances with your feet.  There is no queen of the midway tonight, tonight they are all queens.

A girl with a red nose came to visit.  And the clowns set up a silly walk zone.  There are no sidetracks  here and if you get caught you have to go to the wayback machine, and it's a long way back. 

Somebody said they wished that every day could be like this.  I told them, it is!  But only here in the dream.  Some people go to the circus, this weekend we all got to be the circus. 

It was quite a week, two weeks actually,  Hot, rain, cold, rain, hot and humid.  I seemed to be plagued by workers that either did not show up, or disappeared but somehow I managed to recruit new people who didn't show up either until it was time to work on midnight madness and then told me that they were going to disappear.  "I was drunk when I told you I would work, I didn't really mean it, you can't be mad at me".  But I did manage to get help setting up from Freddie, and Emeris helped me tear down, which was a big help.  And then somebody died. 

My friend Hoss, who makes leather mugs and was a great fan of our music, went to sleep on Fri, night and never woke up.  He was a great guy, we had coffee together most mornings, because we were both early risers.  We had just been together on Fri night, there was a great jam under the Big Top of Truth,  I can't discribe how good it was, I can just tell you who was there and you can draw your own conclusions.  Klaus Weiland, Joey Hall, Sam Darby, Jeremy Zacherl and DragonSong, Bridget, the Celthix, Charlie, Forest, Shadow the fiddler, and me.  After a night of music as good as that Hoss just passed quietly onto the next adventure with a smile on his face.  I found out from Purple Rain that Hoss had bought a boquet of roses from her just that afternoon, they were setting quietly outside the door of his tent as I watched the paramedics work on him.  I couldn't help thinking that perhaps he knew that it was his time and had placed them there as his own rememberance.

Pennsic is more that an event.  It is a lifestyle, people meet, people marry, people have babies, and people die, amidst it all there is a war.  The war is just pretend, but the people are real, and so are the relationships that they form, and the friends that they make. So are the memories.  For those of us who are living the dream, there is no better place to die than in the dream itself. 

Goodbye my friend.

If you want it to happen, you need to put it out to the universe.  I need help at Pennsic, so I got two people to help me.  I need people to hear my music, so I can continue to record, so do it.  I need performances more places to play.  I need Aliza to record my song Thunder, I need to finish Wayward Drifter, so I can send  it to JB. I need a CD cover designer for my new Mad Dog CD. any takers? There are not enough hours in a day, so I have stopped sleeping, but now I get tired and don't get much done.  Yesterday I fell asleep at the wheel. That hasn't happened in quite a while, I guess it's a sign to slow down.  Right, like that is going to happen.  I have been managing Mad Dog Marino,  I have scored some good revue opportunities, but I need someone to give the Dog a break.  I mean a real show, festival, concert, or something.  He can pull off a good show.  He played Tunes for Tatta's and it was great. Come on peeps, check out his new CD, Room at the Top. 

-They are starting to mount up.  I decided not to take them off for a while,  that way I could remember where I've been.  Last week I scored a VIP band for GreyFox from the great folks at Intellitouch Tuners.  It allowed all access to backstage and food.  I got to hang with a lot of performers and managers.  Sat. J.B.Beverly from the Wayward Drifters came by and we sat and drank a few and played a few in the back of the booth.  We had played the same venue in Frederick a few years ago and he remembered me. We were joined by a dulcimer player from Seattle named Pandi.  A great time was had by all.  Had a chance to see David Bromberg on the Masters stage, Danced in the Cajun tent with Red Stick Ramblers, and 4 greyfox foxes.
Contacts and networking is what it's all about.  Wrote two new songs,
"I'm on a two time ticket moving way too fast, just pull in the plaza, stop and eat and get gas." On the road again, Tom Rush

That's what it says in the bible.  Most people believe that means to pray, it doesn't say that.  Ever since I was a child I wanted a steel bodied National Guitar like my grand father had.  He had one that sat in the corner and never had more than 3 strings on it, but as a kid I used to play on it.  And it was that old National that gave me my love for music.  So many years ago I started asking, every yard sale and garage sale that I went to,  "do you have any old guitars" ,  "have you ever seen a metal guitar,?" on and on at every sale I went to.  I must have asked that question 5487 times.  And no was always the answer, well, not always no, I did get a few guitars that people had tucked away.  It seems that they never get them out for the garage sale, but they have them if you ask.  But Sat. was different.  Saturday someone said yes,  I have an old guitar, it was my dad's, I took lessons on it when I was a kid, it's metal, made of steel or something. Do you want to see it? 

Wow, It was like a treasure hunter hitting paydirt.  It was a National Duolian in the original case.  Serial #5217,  I pulled out my slide, and tuned her up.  Sweeeeeeet.  Only one thing wrong,  he didn't want to sell it.  I was honest with him, and told him all about it.  He liked that I knew how to play it.  So I promised that I would check out the serial number and get back to him. 

Later that day, I had checked ebay and the National Site for the date and determined that it was a 1934.  I stopped back and told him that I had seen one like it on ebay, and how much it was selling for,  and I knew that he didn't want to sell it, but I guaranteed that I would play it, and not resell it for profit.  He agreed to ask his wife, and he was gone for a long time.  But when he came back, it was a deal.  I had gotten my National.

So the moral is,  don't give up, ask for what you want, ask everyone, and you just might get it.  Mic Jagger said "You can't always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes, you just might get what you need."

Today I got what I needed. 

Sometimes we just find them.  They seem to be attracted to the family of friends that we have.  The discussions go on late into the night, but they are safe and they know it.  We make no distinctions, we don't judge, leave us alone and we will accept you for who you are.

This week we met a rocker, his life was over, he was waiting around for new orders, taking whatever came his way.  He said he had met Jesus, but he didn't like his friends. He was told to reincarnate himself, to leave the old life and find a new being.  That's what he was doing, he helped me set up my tent, and brought me a sandwich.  I gave him a beer, he didn't ask for it, but his eyes said thanks, we all learned lessons from each other.  Sat. he said someone stole his pants and cell phone, but I told him that sometimes things just get put away for safe keeping, Sun they came back. His cell phone was in the pocket.  When he was young, he traveled with Aerosmith, now he hangs with us.  We wrote a song together.
She's a full time lover, part time voodoo queen.

DragonSong, was there, so were the Nomads, Magic Moonshadow, Mary Ann (minus Gilligan) She's getting good at pulling a Billy.  A car flashed us with it's headlights so she put antlers on her hat and attacked. Billy would have done that.  Later she stuck her head thru the wall of the tent and pretended to be a trophy head on the wall. That was pretty kool.

Sometimes there are pot holes, and we need to fill them.  Other times there are bumps and we fall into each others laps.  Today I met a girl named Ruth, I sold her a drill press, and a coat with tails.  She is going to come to my house and we are going to look for faeries. What are you doing today?

Have a faery nice day!