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Driving in the driving rain

floods filling up the Indiana plains

It’s been raining since we left Kansas

and I seem to have forgotten where my house is

On all these roads

I keep on learning more I didn’t know

All these trails seem to lead to somewhere

In all these dreams

I keep holding on to something like feels like snow

Melts, soon as it caresses my hair

Fill’er up and hunker down

shut yo mouth, don’t make a sound

windows are all closed and tight

A winding path through the long, dark night

I’m burning up and cold as ice

some days I’m on fire

she’s thirsty to know it all

then choking on the truth

If I’m driving I’m in control

if I let go, well, soon enough I’ll know.

Soon enough I’ll know.

MUSIC VIDEO SOON TO COME, SLAKFAC and Dusty Brakes in a reunion near you.

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Maine was beautiful and playing music and learning music is a divine rejuvenator. I learned a jazz chord progression and many new songs. Sang and played at Moosehead Lake’s The Birches and Easy Street tavern in Hallowell, Maine, and for Ladies Night @ the famous Dancing Saxin’ Bobby Watson’s place.

The Loons sang us to sleep most nights on our Lake-a-daisical tour of Panther Pond, Moosehead and Maranacook Lakes. I looked for moose but to no avail, they remain an illusive fantasy…

Traveling back was tiring but now that Im back, it’s time to turn the page and full-steam ahead as per usual. Playing a private reunion gathering of friends tomorrow night and looking forward to singing more of the words that floated into my head on this wondrous trip to Maine.

Many thanks to Phil Cheney for being my loving traveling companion. Also thanks to our trip comrades Maxwell, Ami, and Krekel. Such a wonderful time with ya’ll. Shouts out to Emil, Maisy, Fabian and crew for your gracious hospitality and love of good things and fun times. Blessings to all.

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