sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.

Greatness

Jun. 16th, 2010 09:14 pm
sandmansister: (SF The Shit)


I am a bit late to this bandwagon... what can I say? Work and post-faire decompression and life catching up with me happened. Anyhoodle, [livejournal.com profile] tessagratton is made of greatness. See? OK, maybe you'll need more convincing than my feeble art skills can illustrate (heh). So check out TessaGratton.com for more proof. You'll be glad you did.

Greatness

Jun. 16th, 2010 09:14 pm
sandmansister: (SF The Shit)


I am a bit late to this bandwagon... what can I say? Work and post-faire decompression and life catching up with me happened. Anyhoodle, [livejournal.com profile] tessagratton is made of greatness. See? OK, maybe you'll need more convincing than my feeble art skills can illustrate (heh). So check out TessaGratton.com for more proof. You'll be glad you did.

Greatness

Jun. 16th, 2010 09:14 pm
sandmansister: (SF The Shit)


I am a bit late to this bandwagon... what can I say? Work and post-faire decompression and life catching up with me happened. Anyhoodle, [livejournal.com profile] tessagratton is made of greatness. See? OK, maybe you'll need more convincing than my feeble art skills can illustrate (heh). So check out TessaGratton.com for more proof. You'll be glad you did.

Greatness

Jun. 16th, 2010 09:14 pm
sandmansister: (SF The Shit)


I am a bit late to this bandwagon... what can I say? Work and post-faire decompression and life catching up with me happened. Anyhoodle, [livejournal.com profile] tessagratton is made of greatness. See? OK, maybe you'll need more convincing than my feeble art skills can illustrate (heh). So check out TessaGratton.com for more proof. You'll be glad you did.

sandmansister: (Celtic - tree)
So… work blocked LJ again and it looks like this time it's personal. Unfortunately, LJgate is "temporary unavailable" according to their site. And I can't seem to find an app for my phone since it's not a nifty iPhone (or -esque) type gadget. *le sigh*

Until I find a solution, I will do my best to keep up with you, my virtual tribe. I miss you all collectively and many of you individually and up close and personally… more than you may ever know.

All that aside, my world is chugging right along. Took my first vacation of substance (i.e., more than a long weekend) in… gosh, I haven't a clue how long. At least 5 years, probably more. [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I took Rondo Calrissian on its first cross-country road trip home to Michigan. Short version? Beautiful. Bittersweet. Relaxing.

Long version? Read on, MacDuff! )

So our first road trip and impromptu celebration of 3 years together is done: 3,500 miles over 7 states to see 3 Great Lakes in 11 days and we still like each other. I introduced him to regional food favorites like Vernor's ginger ale and pasties. (He did try my whitefish once, but since fish is generally not his thing… well, all the more for me!)

However, he sorely tested me come Tuesday morning when he said, "Oh, I took today off, too," and rolled over once again. Bah.

Since getting home there's been work, more work, laundry, more laundry, MOAR laundry, and a Sunday spent in the studio with QAL. Note to self: never. EVER. listen to raw audio. EVAR! I cooked some, too, since the cold, gray weather invoked my inner Betty Crocker with a vengeance. Plus, it's a nice way to ground myself as I process the experience.

So how's the world treating all of you in LJ Land? Drop me a line as there's no hope of catching up.



As ever, oceans of love to one and all.

P.S. Want pics? Go here.
sandmansister: (Celtic - tree)
So… work blocked LJ again and it looks like this time it's personal. Unfortunately, LJgate is "temporary unavailable" according to their site. And I can't seem to find an app for my phone since it's not a nifty iPhone (or -esque) type gadget. *le sigh*

Until I find a solution, I will do my best to keep up with you, my virtual tribe. I miss you all collectively and many of you individually and up close and personally… more than you may ever know.

All that aside, my world is chugging right along. Took my first vacation of substance (i.e., more than a long weekend) in… gosh, I haven't a clue how long. At least 5 years, probably more. [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I took Rondo Calrissian on its first cross-country road trip home to Michigan. Short version? Beautiful. Bittersweet. Relaxing.

Long version? Read on, MacDuff! )

So our first road trip and impromptu celebration of 3 years together is done: 3,500 miles over 7 states to see 3 Great Lakes in 11 days and we still like each other. I introduced him to regional food favorites like Vernor's ginger ale and pasties. (He did try my whitefish once, but since fish is generally not his thing… well, all the more for me!)

However, he sorely tested me come Tuesday morning when he said, "Oh, I took today off, too," and rolled over once again. Bah.

Since getting home there's been work, more work, laundry, more laundry, MOAR laundry, and a Sunday spent in the studio with QAL. Note to self: never. EVER. listen to raw audio. EVAR! I cooked some, too, since the cold, gray weather invoked my inner Betty Crocker with a vengeance. Plus, it's a nice way to ground myself as I process the experience.

So how's the world treating all of you in LJ Land? Drop me a line as there's no hope of catching up.



As ever, oceans of love to one and all.

P.S. Want pics? Go here.
sandmansister: (Celtic - tree)
So… work blocked LJ again and it looks like this time it's personal. Unfortunately, LJgate is "temporary unavailable" according to their site. And I can't seem to find an app for my phone since it's not a nifty iPhone (or -esque) type gadget. *le sigh*

Until I find a solution, I will do my best to keep up with you, my virtual tribe. I miss you all collectively and many of you individually and up close and personally… more than you may ever know.

All that aside, my world is chugging right along. Took my first vacation of substance (i.e., more than a long weekend) in… gosh, I haven't a clue how long. At least 5 years, probably more. [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I took Rondo Calrissian on its first cross-country road trip home to Michigan. Short version? Beautiful. Bittersweet. Relaxing.

Long version? Read on, MacDuff! )

So our first road trip and impromptu celebration of 3 years together is done: 3,500 miles over 7 states to see 3 Great Lakes in 11 days and we still like each other. I introduced him to regional food favorites like Vernor's ginger ale and pasties. (He did try my whitefish once, but since fish is generally not his thing… well, all the more for me!)

However, he sorely tested me come Tuesday morning when he said, "Oh, I took today off, too," and rolled over once again. Bah.

Since getting home there's been work, more work, laundry, more laundry, MOAR laundry, and a Sunday spent in the studio with QAL. Note to self: never. EVER. listen to raw audio. EVAR! I cooked some, too, since the cold, gray weather invoked my inner Betty Crocker with a vengeance. Plus, it's a nice way to ground myself as I process the experience.

So how's the world treating all of you in LJ Land? Drop me a line as there's no hope of catching up.



As ever, oceans of love to one and all.

P.S. Want pics? Go here.
sandmansister: (Celtic - tree)
So… work blocked LJ again and it looks like this time it's personal. Unfortunately, LJgate is "temporary unavailable" according to their site. And I can't seem to find an app for my phone since it's not a nifty iPhone (or -esque) type gadget. *le sigh*

Until I find a solution, I will do my best to keep up with you, my virtual tribe. I miss you all collectively and many of you individually and up close and personally… more than you may ever know.

All that aside, my world is chugging right along. Took my first vacation of substance (i.e., more than a long weekend) in… gosh, I haven't a clue how long. At least 5 years, probably more. [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I took Rondo Calrissian on its first cross-country road trip home to Michigan. Short version? Beautiful. Bittersweet. Relaxing.

Long version? Read on, MacDuff! )

So our first road trip and impromptu celebration of 3 years together is done: 3,500 miles over 7 states to see 3 Great Lakes in 11 days and we still like each other. I introduced him to regional food favorites like Vernor's ginger ale and pasties. (He did try my whitefish once, but since fish is generally not his thing… well, all the more for me!)

However, he sorely tested me come Tuesday morning when he said, "Oh, I took today off, too," and rolled over once again. Bah.

Since getting home there's been work, more work, laundry, more laundry, MOAR laundry, and a Sunday spent in the studio with QAL. Note to self: never. EVER. listen to raw audio. EVAR! I cooked some, too, since the cold, gray weather invoked my inner Betty Crocker with a vengeance. Plus, it's a nice way to ground myself as I process the experience.

So how's the world treating all of you in LJ Land? Drop me a line as there's no hope of catching up.



As ever, oceans of love to one and all.

P.S. Want pics? Go here.
sandmansister: (Pink Ribbon)
Not much new to report on the health front (yay!). October will be 6 months since surgery, so I go in for a semi-annual squishing. Skin is all healed. Still a little more tan on one boob, but it's not noticeable unless I'm nekkid. Started tamoxifen (hormone therapy) this week. We'll see what wackiness (if any) ensues.

Overall, it feels good to have my vitality back. I occasionally look forward to dressing up, and generally feel more like myself than I have in some time. I slipped away from myself so gradually that I didn't even notice... until something in me went, "I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack!"

In that celebratory spirit, I share these pics:

FD Support FD Support
The Dallas FD hosted the annual chief's convention. This show of support was one of the exhibits. My friend Shannon is a fire marshal and worked the event.
Shans & The Engine of PANK! Shans & The Engine of PANK!
What's she pointing at? An awesome message all about me!
My dedication My dedication
Close up of my dedication on the Engine of OMGPank!

sandmansister: (Pink Ribbon)
Not much new to report on the health front (yay!). October will be 6 months since surgery, so I go in for a semi-annual squishing. Skin is all healed. Still a little more tan on one boob, but it's not noticeable unless I'm nekkid. Started tamoxifen (hormone therapy) this week. We'll see what wackiness (if any) ensues.

Overall, it feels good to have my vitality back. I occasionally look forward to dressing up, and generally feel more like myself than I have in some time. I slipped away from myself so gradually that I didn't even notice... until something in me went, "I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack!"

In that celebratory spirit, I share these pics:

FD Support FD Support
The Dallas FD hosted the annual chief's convention. This show of support was one of the exhibits. My friend Shannon is a fire marshal and worked the event.
Shans & The Engine of PANK! Shans & The Engine of PANK!
What's she pointing at? An awesome message all about me!
My dedication My dedication
Close up of my dedication on the Engine of OMGPank!

sandmansister: (Pink Ribbon)
Not much new to report on the health front (yay!). October will be 6 months since surgery, so I go in for a semi-annual squishing. Skin is all healed. Still a little more tan on one boob, but it's not noticeable unless I'm nekkid. Started tamoxifen (hormone therapy) this week. We'll see what wackiness (if any) ensues.

Overall, it feels good to have my vitality back. I occasionally look forward to dressing up, and generally feel more like myself than I have in some time. I slipped away from myself so gradually that I didn't even notice... until something in me went, "I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack!"

In that celebratory spirit, I share these pics:

FD Support FD Support
The Dallas FD hosted the annual chief's convention. This show of support was one of the exhibits. My friend Shannon is a fire marshal and worked the event.
Shans & The Engine of PANK! Shans & The Engine of PANK!
What's she pointing at? An awesome message all about me!
My dedication My dedication
Close up of my dedication on the Engine of OMGPank!

sandmansister: (Pink Ribbon)
Not much new to report on the health front (yay!). October will be 6 months since surgery, so I go in for a semi-annual squishing. Skin is all healed. Still a little more tan on one boob, but it's not noticeable unless I'm nekkid. Started tamoxifen (hormone therapy) this week. We'll see what wackiness (if any) ensues.

Overall, it feels good to have my vitality back. I occasionally look forward to dressing up, and generally feel more like myself than I have in some time. I slipped away from myself so gradually that I didn't even notice... until something in me went, "I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack!"

In that celebratory spirit, I share these pics:

FD Support FD Support
The Dallas FD hosted the annual chief's convention. This show of support was one of the exhibits. My friend Shannon is a fire marshal and worked the event.
Shans & The Engine of PANK! Shans & The Engine of PANK!
What's she pointing at? An awesome message all about me!
My dedication My dedication
Close up of my dedication on the Engine of OMGPank!

sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.
sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.
sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.
sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

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