A plateau can happen with anything… A period where nothing’s coming inand nothing’s going out. We are creatures who thrive on input.So these brief moments can make or break any situation. I find that it’s best to hold on –Stay the course..Don’t look backAnd don’t think forward… Don’t speculate.Especially when you don’t know.. You putContinue reading “David Gilmour | 8.15.23”
Author Archives: Ragged
Spare Change
We were just four kids who really loved music, so we decided to play it. So, from 1997-2000, we were Spare Change. I was in another band when Spare Change materialized. That’s what you did back then – you got into a band. Sometimes you switched bands. Sometimes bands broke up. Sometimes you went soloContinue reading “Spare Change”
Gordon Lightfoot | 7.26.23
Soft featuresthat come with hard lines. I cross lines all the time… Deadpan deliverythat breaks the ice.Legions of laughterthat drew me out of hiding.. You get to know peopleand people get to know you.But I feel so disconnectedwhen I head out on my own. Laser-focused and drowning – but somehow I’m breathing.So there’s no needContinue reading “Gordon Lightfoot | 7.26.23”
Blueberries and Rain
Growing up on my grandparent’s farm, I had the benefit of walking out into the orchard with my cereal bowl and picking some fresh blueberries to go along with my morning cornflakes. Somewhere in late May, maybe early June, my aunt and cousins would come over and we would drag out the massive nets toContinue reading “Blueberries and Rain”
Dead & Company, Fenway 6.25.2023
I wrote this right as I woke up the morning after the show. It was still thick in the magic of it all and I’m still feeling traces of it now, a week later. There’s nothing like a Dead show, but there’s nothing like spending it with the people you love. There’s also something toContinue reading “Dead & Company, Fenway 6.25.2023”
Finally, a Chipmunk…
Early last month, someone set up a dome tent close enough to the edge of the road, near the trailhead at Ragged, that it was easy to see. Now that the forest has filled in, you really need to look for it – but it’s still there. The first time I saw it, the frontContinue reading “Finally, a Chipmunk…”
So Many Roads…
I haven’t been getting out to hike nearly as much as I’d like to. It’s not for lack of want, but lack of time. Either way, being that this is my last week off before I start my new 9-to-5, I’m going to make an effort to get out there and get my head right.Continue reading “So Many Roads…”
Jose Gonzalez | 4.23.23
The first time someone said your name wrong, they should have written a poem about you… But just imagine everything you’d have to get though at this point? … and you’ve gotten though a lot to get to this point. You’re a bit of an enigma.Someone I check in with after one too many beers.Continue reading “Jose Gonzalez | 4.23.23”
Lash The Mast | 4.22.23
… 5:08am Cat claws on sunburnt skin are easier to ignore than you might think when you’re trying to get another hour of sleep… Tori Amos plays on in the other room. I’m trying not to listen. But decided to let her sounds take me into another round of dreaming. All attempts are unsuccessful andContinue reading “Lash The Mast | 4.22.23”
Just a minute…
Writing a new blog post while I’m working probably isn’t the best use of my time – but as this is only going to take 5 minutes, and I need to shift my step to pivot to a new project, this is a nice way of doing it. I’m going to be 42 next monthContinue reading “Just a minute…”
Tribe Of Flannel 