Boulder 2

I'm here in Denver International Airport waiting at the gate for my flight to leave for PHX. Once there, I'll simply have to wait in my seat while people deboard, board, wait while the flight attendants say the same thing they said a couple hours before, and then hopefully get a little half-sleep before touching down in Seattle. At the moment, I have about three hours in this airport to reflect on everything that has transpired in the past two weeks.

I saw some people who I hadn't seen in years and it felt like just days. I reconnected with old friends, and I made new friends. In a few cases, I turned some loose relationships into new friendships that I hope will last in my absence. I have had a little reconciliation for trespasses against me, and while I don't feel a total sense of closure, there are some things I can move on from now; I can keep my eyes on the road ahead.
I had some crazy nights like only Boulder can offer, and I have had some incredibly peaceful nights and days like I haven't known for a long time. I've seen beautiful sun, beautiful mountains, beautiful women, and many more of the beautiful things that boulder has to offer.

The most beautiful part of Colorado is the people. In particular the musicians I get to play with when I am here. It's a good group of friendly, honest people who all love to play music. I came out in part to do a gig, but even though two bookings fell through, a wonderful opportunity opened up a couple days ago, and it was the perfect cap on this Colorado adventure

I played a satisfying amount of music with a diverse crew on Saturday night. The band Lunch Box hosted a day-long jam session/house concert in Nederland complete with a full drum kit including a Roland SPD; a full keyboard rig comprised of a Microkorg, a Yamaha Motif, and an old Hammond spinnet organ with drawbars (I think it might have been an A-3 but I never checked); a whole host of top-of-the-line guitar amps; lights; a 16-track digital recording rig; and to top it off a keg of Hazed & Infused that lasted for many hours of jamming.
I arrived with Technicolor Tone Factory around four o'clock in the afternoon, and music had already commenced. Over the course of the day, the sound of jams and performances by Lunch Box, Technicolor Tone Factory, The Magic Beans, and others filled the high-ceilinged  living room. By 2 AM, TTF had finished their second set and the crowd had become increasingly more select. A few minutes later I stood up to play the first live Sonic Geometry set since February in Boston, and it was very well received by those who were there to receive it. The reactions I received have given me supreme confidence to go forward with what I have been doing all this time.
When the clock struck 4:20 we were still passing an acoustic guitar around the campfire, everyone joining in familiar songs. My dear friend Jarrod (guitar player for TTF) and I had a moment to sing each others' songs, an opportunity that has come much too rare in the past couple years. Hopefully soon he and I will share that opportunity again. Until that time, I'll sing about my brother.