I spent some well deserved healthy time with a few of my closest friends this weekend. We have a long history and I can always count on them for guidance, grounding, and soul healing. There once was a time when I'd get lost in the music while also getting lost in the drink. Over time I've changed a few things and although my glass has been empty for nearly two years, my relationship with the music is as impressionable today as it was the day I first opened each album and carefully pulled it from the sleeve. With years of memoirs behind us both, I'd go as far to say that much of what I found in those packages of paper and vinyl so many years ago attributed to much of the man I've become.
The ones pictured are just a sampling of the records that my turntable greeted during the past few days. Each one is like a diary excerpt to me and the reunion is always an inviting welcome.
My weekend diary included the following pages:
- ELO, Eldorado
- Bob Segar and the Silver Bullet Band, Night Moves
- Steeley Day, Katy Lied
- Bruce Springsteen, The River
- The Pretenders, II
- Steve Miller Band, The Joker
- Elton John, Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
- Paul McCarney and Wings, Red Rose Speedway
- Illinois Speed Press, Duet
- Rod Stewart, Never a Dull Moment
- Bachman Turner Overdrive, Four Wheel Drive
- Bad Company, Bad Company
- Greg Allman Band, Playin' Up a Storm
- …and several others.
I'm a lucky man with a mess of best friends. Play on.
