(Click the pic for the full tattoo)
I wasn't born the seventh son, on the seventh hour, on the seventh day, or on the seventh month; but I was born in Keene, New Hampshire back in 1972.
I've rambled up and down the East Coast of the Good Ol'USA. Sat a spell in Sydney, Australia (2005-2009). And currently growing roots in London, UK.
I am a proud owner of a turntable.
I am a fan of music and all of the sounds and stories that live in the songs. I believe in the three musical truths: Blues, Country and Gospel (it all comes from here).
This is music that is deeply ingrained in the background of the music makers; all of whom are connected by a shared experience that links them inextricably; music with a message and a literal truth.
And like the bluesmen, country singers and folk troubadours before me, I'm pulled by the lure of going around in search of the sounds and to share my own stories.
“To see life clearly, to live it like a champion, you have to develop your own set of rules.”- Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
“I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more...” - Bob Dylan
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My Music: Judd's Juke Joint
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Music Blog Roll: Riffs List
My tattoo is finally healed. That took a lot longer than I expected.
The story of the "6149" tattoo can be found here and here:
Welcome to My Life Tattoo Part II: Final Ink...for now
Here is the finished goods:
Did you know the age of trees can be determined by their tree-ring date? The more rings on the tree, the older it is.
This Sunday I get a new ring.
I am not concerned about my rings...at all. I am more concerned about my roots, branches and leaves. I'm looking forward to a simple celebration, one that is light on the material and heavy on the meaningful.
Roots: I am going to celebrate with my wife. Full stop. Right there, that is enough for me. But, I am also going to think of my familiy back home in the States.
Branches: I have some good friends here that I am going to celebrate with as well. I'll be tapping toes and popping tops with the fellas down at the record shop as well as my other fellow music loving freaks. I have made many, many good friends through my love of music (see here for my collection...95% Fat Free).
Leaves: The leaves...? The leaves are my interests that make me, me. On a gusty day the leaves start jumpin and swaying. A big wind is blowing into Sydney this weekend: Booker T. Jones is playing with the Drive-By Truckers backing him up. Booker T. is a legend. He and the MGs held the beat for a generation of natural soul senders; artists and fans alike. The DBTs ain't no window dressing either. Booker T & The DBTs on my birthday weekend...a full force gail.
So, if I were a tree, I wouldn't be counting my rings. Roots, branches and leaves...that's the plan. Just for kicks...If I was a tree, I would be a Elm. Why not. I'm from Keene NH..."The Elm City".
On a sidenote...I always play a particular Johnny Cash song on my birthday: "Old Chunk of Coal".
Johnny Cash was a tree. He was a Mighty Oak.
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