...and scene

i dont attend many shows.

note; shows that im not apart of being that i am a musician and have played a few 'shows' in the past.

family and whatnot stand in the way and thats fine. but whatever. lets move on.

i did 'catch' a show recently, on purpose, of course, for personal reasons (the band playing - i used to be apart of them - two or three years ago, myself and two other guys got in a room and started what is now the band i am typing about). it was their first show without me and i was very much interested in seeing/hearing what they had done in my absence (a mere three weeks ago).

the outcome, i thought, was to be either sadness or humor or a little bit of every emotive thought i could comprise. but all i did was laugh. and smile. not at my 'friends'. not at the songs. not from the candy i ingested before i left home.

bottom line, i did smile, and think...i know my place. i know my relevance. i know my 'style' and where i belong. maybe my laughter came from that. i dont know. but i got it. which is nice.

you go, rock stars!