So I did it again..

I played my first show at the House Of Blues tonight with Ms. Robin Kinchen.  The show was great.  The turnout was really impressive as well.  Robin and I had promoted pretty heavily, but I didn’t have high hopes that our promotion would work.  Apparently it did work.  A great show indeed.  After the show, I found myself dozing off at a friends place in the quarter at about 3:30 AM during a little post show schmoozer that they threw together and realized I couldn’t  crash there because my car was still about 10 blocks away in a parking garage and the next day was father’s day.  So I borrowed my friend’s bike and I rode my way back to my car at 4:00 AM.  It was a beautiful ride, but again I find myself alone after hundreds of people stood silent seemingly interested in what I had to say/sing.  I mention it only because the juxtaposition is powerful to me.  I do not mean to sound as if I do not welcome the post show solitude.  It is quite nice and completely torturous all at once.  Such a feeling is hard to match and for that reason I suppose isn’t so bad at all.  I haven’t written in this journal in some time.  Journals are simply not my bag, but as I drove home tonight listening to nothing but my thoughts, I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than to write an entry in this journal.  So here it is.  It is now 4:40 and I’m going to sleep.  Happy Fathers Day