Some work friends and I went to see the Boss on Tuesday in Concord at the Sleep Train Pavilion. Bruce puts on a helluva show and I like his new Pete Seeger stuff. Without fail, every time I hear “Mrs. McGrath” I get goose bumps...hot damn! The one criticism I have of his latest offering is all the extras. Last Tuesday's show had 17 musicians! Pete's songs don't need much dressing up, the words and emotions (chutzpah?) stand for themselves. I also find it hard not to think about 2nd grade music class when I hear "Old Dan Tucker" or "We Shall Overcome".
Earlier today, I went on an 8.3 mile hike in Butano State Park. This park is 16 miles south of Half Moon Bay, in the middle of no where and situated in some of the most fertile land (outside of Beemer, naturally) that I've been in. This hike didn’t offer great views of expansive ocean, sweeping vistas, etc but the diversity and abundance in the flora, fauna and wildlife was amazing. I had a hard time looking at the trail at times because I was busy checking out the surroundings.
After the hike and lunch at Duarte's Tavern in Pescadero (the best cream of red pepper soup), I did a little surf fishing near Santa Cruz. The surf perch weren't bitting but I did learn how to find and catch sand crabs from a local. I'm due for a good day of fishing.
We either make ourselves happy or miserable. The amount of work is thesame. -Carlos Castenada, mystic and author (1925-1998)
I agree with my friend Drew about the new Dixie Chicks CD. It's also good music.
I'm prepping myself for the Haight Street Fair this Sunday. I like mid-day drinking but usually half way thru it I get this primal hunger. I'd bitch slap my Momma for one of her pork butt sandwiches or a bowl of her tortilla soap. Sorry ma.
What does it take to be a mystic?
Saturday, June 10, 2006
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