there is an anxiety in new beginnings and in new endings. that’s appropriate ‘cuz often enough, they’re the same thing. hence, the soundtrack to this blogpost will be the dropkick murphys, the local boys who made good and then some. one of my favourite bands of all of time and goddamn, it’s too late for superlatives. suffice to say, they will kick your ass up and down dot ave and have time for a pint or six to spare ‘fore dinner time.
it’s especially appropriate to play dkm ‘cuz i’m about to head back to new york, to rest up and get my ish together ‘fore i head off on my odd-yssey. but as friends from out of town are comin’ in and it looks like i’m more than like to do the tourist thing, in some ways, you can say my journey’ll have started in boston, as i explore the ’states starting with the city that holds my heart.
this won’t be one of those long introspective posts. i know i’m due for one of them soon, but it is 430 in the morning.
i just wanted to leave you with the thought that no journey ends till it returns where it began, however that may be. yes, you can never go home again, but returning is a different thing entirely.
i’ll write about boston in the days ahead.
i’ll be performing this weekend at the hay qua vietnamese minifest at the bitter end if’n you’re in the area. also, kollaboration is that night. come out and support the great crew that put it together and the many dope performers, including a bunch of my really good friends who are performing.
with that, good night.