The year anniversary of my move to LA is coming up. Since my divorce, I’ve sometimes felt that I’ve little left to offer anyone, or myself. It’s like my “real” life ended, and since then, I’ve just been ghosting through and biding my time until the end.
An odd feeling.
Last weekend, I re-read a note I had written three years ago. It was the first time I had laid eyes on it since then. I became ecstatic. Because I realized that life is moving forward — slowly, and not without struggle, but still moving forward.
A wonderful feeling.
Appropriately, the third Beaujolais album is mixed. I’ve started working on the artwork. Parasol is looking at a spring 2011 release, and I’m really happy about that. They’ve been releasing records that I’ve been a part of for 12 years now, and I’m grateful to continue that relationship.
I recently started watching all of Stan Laurel & Oliver Hardy’s films from the beginning, starting with Forty Five Minutes From Hollywood (1926). As Kurt Vonnegut once said, “Two angels of my time…they did their best with every test.” I agree.
And I keep going.
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