Time to get back to it

So here it is Saturday morning, and before I shamble off to find something to eat and then get my goofball hair lopped off, or at least shaped into something slightly more professional looking than the current mop, I figured it might be time for a brief meta-post and statement of intent for some other posts that I hope to follow with, this weekend and beyond. So, well, without further adieu, here goes.

The past few nights are still a blur. I saw my old friends Curt and Brian and a retooled version of the Authorities Wednesday night at the Plea for Peace Center in Stockton, which was a laugh riot. Ran into a bunch of old friends there. The next night I saw the Authorities open for a reunited Pavement at what used to be the Fox California Theatre in downtown Stockton, which was, as we used to say in Lodi back in the day, intense. Saw a bunch of old friends that night, too, plus some pals from Sacramento. It was an emotionally rich and overwhelming experience, and got to see my old partner in crime Gary Young pound the skins for the Pavies, as he used to call them. Then last night, I saw the Authorities play again, this time at the Distillery in Sacramento, which was a real mutant circus, in a good way. I was too tired to slamdance, and at my age it’s probably not recommended, so I hung out on the sidelines and laughed like a cartoon hyena.

I also haven’t blogged about meeting with my long-lost brother Jim at his daughter Amy’s place two weekends ago, which was a life-changing experience, too. Between that and working steadily again, things are really different, and life is good. I probably have some other long posts in me about being single and unattached, and about music, and art, and lots of other stuff. So I’ll get to that. My goal of landing somewhere professionally so that I can write as a sidelight, or moonlight, and create music as an avocation has been met, and now it’s time to put a life beyond my wildest dreams together, as the old cliche from the rooms goes.

It’s really great being the guy in a positive frame of mind. More later, I promise. —Jackson Griffith