Pull Over

Pull over and watch the sunset. Or tilt your head to the sky and feel the rain on your face. These sights and smells and sensations we take for granted. They'll be gone someday.
So why not seize them now!?
Jump out of bed!
Stop and enjoy the freshly cut grass. Freshly fallen snow. The roses --the first whiff always like a crisp, fresh kiss to the nostrils. Hit the open road with someone you love and drive until the engine stalls and the car sputters to its death.
There is too much of this world to see. Too little time. And in too much of a hurry to get somewhere else, we tend to miss the miracles right in front of us.

Duet

I've been listening to a lot of music lately. My idols, mostly. The Scorpions and Deep Purple and the rock-n-roll that's molded my life. I've even had the fortune to perform alongside some of these legends. And wow --- what talent. Such raw passion. Unbridled by the microphone. The amps melodically thumping LUB DUB LUB DUB with their heartbeat. A musician's true-blue line.
I've been listening to a lot of music lately and wondering -- if I could perform a duet with anyone in history, who would it be?
I'm stumped, and so I leave the question up to you.

Jet-lag

Day is night and night is day. You're hungry at times you shouldn't be. Your head feels like it's been spun for hours on a turntable, then left to stumble through the morning, or evening -- you can't quite remember which is which.
Is it six in the morning or six at night?
Time for breakfast or dinner?
Is it today, tomorrow, or somehow -- yesterday?
Such is living with incessant jet-leg. Life on the road. Pit stops at airports in between time zones. You finally realize time is a concept forged by man for his own sense of ego. For some sense of control.
But when you're jet-lagged, almost everything seems out of control. Upside down. All you can do is weather it, hoping that, sooner or later, all things settle as the should. The show must go on.

Home

The thing about home is -- you can leave it, but it never really leaves you. And once you're back, it's like you never left. Surrounded by friendly familiar faces, the sights and smells and bitter cold nights spent curled under a thick warm blanket. Home stays with you no matter where you go. It crosses continents and oceans, and survives even in the melting temperatures of L.A. Home has instilled in me my passion, my values, and my love of rock n' roll. It's become not a place -- but a part of me.