nomad'z land

last show of the year (in the states) hallelujers! j and mikey played warren haynes’ christmas jam, their last in a few-day run for radio christmas shows or something in the south, but this was no radio show, to be clear.

i flew what seemed like all day to get into asheville where js mama picked me up and we proceeded to drink cause thats what happens when we get together. met her squeeze jimmy who turned out to be quite likeable. mama and i then ate way too much food at some mexican place and also drank some more. i returned to my hotel where i was in and out of consciousness cause i never watch tv going to sleep and i was hooked on stupid reality show shit so i was reluctant to turn it off. you know i realized i never watch reality tv anymore and im not on social media. therefore im probably a much better person than i was a few years ago when i was on it and  i mean ON IT. anyhoo.

got in a solid workout the next morning, then andrea picked me up with her swollen ass twisted ankle and we moseyed on to get some juice and shit then to my boodles at his hotel! yo. this hotel was banging for several reasons. one it was walking distance from the venue which we didnt even walk to cause it was too cold plus were lazy/tired. two it used to be an ivey’s. you know IVEYS remember in.. fuck whats the book. THE HELP. i think its the same place she went to shopping. so i was really confused when i was looking for js room and it said “4th floor womens wear” i was like what the fuck i want to see my lover not shop. which sounds very unlike me, hmm. oh yeah im broke, thanks for reminding me. money not love though, so i still win.

are you able to follow me? this is ridiculous, i know. ummm trying to skip over unimportant details. so i was wearing like layers and layers of clothing which i ended up peeling off my two-pants ensemble cause i was sweating beastmode. crikey. j and mikey also ended up removing their long johns. hehehe. personally me likeyed their pre-jam jam session where all sorts of scoundrels (i think they were all warren’s band actually) were coming up to play with them cause theyre so dope. i googled who they were ready? ron holloway on sax (amaze; he played with dizzie gillespie what!!); ron johnson on bass; casey driessen on fiddle (loved his shoes — red ostrich, say whaaa); jeff sipe on drums (i think mama had a crush on him); ike stubblefield on the keys (hes played with everyone motown); and i think thats it. then they went on real stage which was cool and which is where i met artimus PYLE which necessitates its own blog (to follow). short set, about 45 or so?

after the show we hung with the baker family whose daughter azaria has aicardi syndrome. i love seeing them, so so sweet and their little boy aidan loooooves j but who doesnt. amazing beautiful people and its always a nice surprise to see them pop up in random places. i also love knowing that my man is a legitimately genuinely good and kind one. it makes me want to be better and we all know sometimes im a real fuckin bitch. but mostly im sweet as pie so were just a match made in fucking heaven i guess! oh god im so over myself.

got back to the hotel late as fuck, j slept 3 hours before leaving back to sf before leaving that same night to bali. what a life. what a fucking life. first world problems but shits exhausting. ill just fucking say it. anyhoo i slept a while more then mama picked me up for (more drinking and) a trip to the omni grove park inn which is historical and amazing. did you know that thomas edison, henry ford, and harvey firestone passed through this place often back in the day and that f scott fitzgerald stayed here when zelda was in an insane asylum in asheville? HISTORY!!!! literary historical figures i die. i just fucking die. also! ten presidents have stayed here which is a lot less interesting than fitzgerald unless were talking jfk who did not stay here. anyway blah blah it was wonderful and then i came home. 30 degree difference if not more so again my layers proved futile. and i was sweating again.

i also finished this book entitled “an abundance of katherines” by john green which is on muthafuckin POINT. i will end this blog with two of my favorite quotes from the book and boyyyy there were a ton:

“mysterium tremendum et fascinans. the fear and the fascination. the great and terrible awe” (duality!! duality of life. perfectly put.)
“i dont think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.” (ughhhhhh is that just real or what. thats heartbreak in the most eloquent nutshell of life.)

okay see yaz.