what a year

So it's been a year since that horrible day where I came home to find a large portion of the material evidence of my existence reduced to a burnt soggy mess. And my beloved kitty had gone with it.

Looking back at it now, since I didn't actually see the fire, and since they never came up with a satisfactory cause, it really seems more like a major league looting and pillaging of my apartment. It could have been a UFO attack or an astroid or a stampede of elephants. But the end result is the same. And no one, nothing to blame. It's so abstract. Like I was chosen to be without possessions. Or, relieved of all the clutter, meaningless projects, saved cards, love letters, art, recordings, video and audio and clothes, hip and unhip, from my 33 years. The hand of god came down to turn the page. Rather rudely.

So, now what? A year later...
Life is full again, with less clutter. The page was turned, and I love this chapter.
I love where I'm living, I love Marisa and I love Juniper and Niko.
All the music in my life has been rocks (no pun) to cling to. There's always another gig to play, another song idea to record or write down. It sure does keep one living in the now.

That benefit will hopefully be remembered as an unbelivable night of music--I mean, it was, wasn't it? Friggin crazy. I think I've thankfully gone back to being Brian, the drummer in 10 bands and not poor ol' Brian. I don't wear tragedy well. I'm too busy finding a stupid joke for the situation.

So, I'd like to thank everyone for getting me to where I am today.
To Marisa for guiding a lost, messy me, taking me by the hand and dealing with the long, step by step process of rebuilding a life, while simultaniously joining our lives together.
To those, known and anonymous who donated funds and necessities--I'm still wearing your clothes, making stuff in your appliances, putting clean laundry in your dresser, obsessing over playlists on the iPod. etc etc.
To my bandmates and to music in general for lifting me up and keeping me afloat.

Like I said, this is a pretty groovy chapter. Thanks.
Love, Brian

ps--happy birthday to my sister.