Constant Refinement ...

Ohhhhh, how I wanted to just keep driving tonight, and not look back.

After a quiet Saturday morning with Bug, and not much going on in the afternoon, BA and I had a gig tonight out in Ramsey, where we've played before, and where I've done half a dozen shamanic gigs in the last couple of years. The place never draws, and tonight was the worst. The owner and one teacher stayed, out of pity I think, and one paying customer. That's it.

I know BA does this as her devotional work, and sometimes I can turn up the heat for just a few people, but tonight I couldn't. We basically played about an hour, and told the paying guy he didn't have to pay, and we were all put out of our misery. Obviously, this is not BA's fault, or my fault, or even the venue's fault. I simply have to be smart enough to stop booking gigs at places that cannot support what we are doing. Constant refinement, running a band. Or anything else, I suppose.

On my way home, there's that place where route 17 turns North and meets route 87. It was dark. I was wide awake. And I just wanted to drive for hours and hours until I needed to sleep, then wake up and do it again and again, until I hit the North Pole, or maybe the moon. Maybe there are people there who want to hear our music. Maybe there is quiet there that I've never known before.