home (with lots of parenthesis!)

Had a really cool experience the other night.

Kris gave me a ride home from Leamington, cause she's living in TO now, so she dropped me off at kipling station, which is the furthest station west, so i could take the train back to our place. i had all my stuff from home with me, so i grabbed a seat at the back end of the train, pulled out my guit, and started playing. nothing serious... just passing time. not many people on the train anyway.

about two stops in, this other dude hops on. he's got a guit too, along with a big bag of stuff. he spots me right away, and heads over in my direction. his name is joey. his girlfriend just kicked him out (hence the bag of 'stuff'). he's 34. he's baked. all facts i'm able to pull from the quick 2 minute intro conversation we have. except the 'baked' part. his red droopy eyes did the telling there.

anyway, he has nowhere to go, and he's just riding to waste time, so we played our way across the whole city. he was pretty good.. sortof. but it didn't really matter. it was just this whole idea of meeting a stranger and making music in a completely unusual setting.. it was really pretty exciting. somewhere around yonge, we managed to hit a pretty good groove. me plugging this aggressively low blues run. joey soloing like a high-as-a-kite rocker who just got the boot. we rode that all the way to main. that's my stop, i said. cool brother, joey said. take care man.. and good luck with the lady, i said. ya dude. this (pointing to his guitar) is your true girlfriend, Joey said. main street... don't get exiled.. like the stones! he continued. at which point i nodded, assuming that the stones have a song called 'exile on main street'. a google search would later confirm that it is, in fact, the title of one of their albums. anyway.. good fun, and good jam.


good weekend at home. well... great one, really. the sisters and the kiddies were all down, and aside from the nasty cold Josh managed to pass off on me (and he looked so cute while doing it!!) it was great to spend pretty much the whole weekend together. steve and i played golf on sat. morning... man, i'm bad at that now. really... i felt like i was just learning. but the walk was glorious.

had some great conversations with steve (initially during aforementioned golf game, and additionally over several rounds of ping pong... truly the two great conversation-inducing sports of our time) about music and art and church.

great to have family. great to have home.

talk soon!

J