Learning to wait

Coming off the road is a strange thing. Though you are tired and your body aches in different ways, part of you longs for show time. Playing this many shows it becomes a way of life, a fixed point in your day when you break through the surface of normal and give and receive more than the mundane. You itch for the chord and ache for the lyric, the nod, the sense of purpose, and the humbling applause. The connection.It makes you feel bereft for a while, but I’m realising you cant hold on to anything too much and we need to walk away. I’m thinking hard about the future. How things are going to be, which direction the music will move, if it does. The thought of separation from the road does that, if you cant find the next one then why go back down the same one. I think the two new songs I have been playing might be arrows..then again? I have three gigs left, they come in a few days. It will be the end of the longest run of gigs I have ever taken on, though only January is the respite between Feb in America and March with Steve K. It will then be time to dream it up again if that’s possible, or at least lie down until you do. You have to learn to wait.