Peoccupations & Passions

More than most music weaves together my very exsistance. Bringing together my grandparents (My grandma, Lea, played gigs @ Boondocks in Tucson, while still owns his own personal recording studio in Arivaca). Eventually bringing about the woman who birthed me. I moshed while in womb; At 2 years old I climbed a fence for face time with Jerry Garcia and the rest of The Greatful Dead. 10 years later, Phil shared coffee with my "nauvice reporter" self. Celebrating, my family would go to concerts and vacationing on "Dead" Tour as a teenager. Music was the only topic I could relate to others every "new-kid" expeirence.

If you'll believe: I had no asspirations in the Music biz (or even a writter's life) when i relocated to Tucson. Imediately accuiring a McJob with wack hours. A few months in I was forced to take a break. Forlorning the near future my Boobow(mom) and I tired our damnedest to fit our dancing needs: live, cheap and 18+/All Ages. With no luck the desire never met defeat. 1/2 a year later Boo stumbled onto (with help from Craigslist) BSceneLive.

Fastforward a few months to A failed glimmer of a concept that never met pratice or publication (until recently). Unfortunate events of temporary unstability landed me in excile in Arivaca (14 miles north of the border) for 9 long months. Afterward Tucson left me quite homeless & planless while owning less.

Actually dulling down my daily life for everyone elses envirmonet: "what is so important in your life?". Answering honestly was simply survival. The only thing physically/mentally/spiritually holding me to Tucson as of late were the outings on the town. Later telling the tale of a musically charged nightlife. Almost like a secret identity or alter ego to my days. My entire life through I have only ever done this one thing without hesitation. Initiated by coinsidence but eclipsed by passion these shows were all that drove me.

Pathetically, I admit they were all I have had to live for the past months. That would be great except life's twist and turns have landed my mom in the hospital and me with one P.I.C. less. Now I come to a crossroads. Do I stick it out for my love of music? Or, go back to the life less chaotic I used to know?