Rain or shine

I stood on the levee on Saturday afternoon working on a music video; standing in as the upright bass player. The song was about New Orleans and how it isn't easy to leave. I was wearing a black suit in the summer sun, dripping sweat and listening to the song repeat as we did multiple takes. I agreed with the lyrics as I swayed with the bass, the pink bow that was clipped to my tie blowing in the gentle breeze, my long hair blowing across my face as I looked at the horizon through my dark glasses.

Her pink hair was so vibrant as she stood in front of me, her voice soft as she played along with her own music. My mind and eyes drifted as I plucked at the strings, appreciating that she'd put into words the way I feel about New Orleans. A beautiful group of colorful people danced and played behind us around an old Thunderbird and everyone agreed; it was a good day.


I'm looking toward the future, trying to plan the next really big adventure. Somehow, this moment feels like the start of it.

In unrelated news, my neighbors think I'm strange because I always open my windows and doors when it rains: