Sometimes I get really homesick for North Carolina. Waking up in the Blue Ridge Mountains is unlike anywhere else. The dew on the grass, thick fog rolling in, the crisp clean smell of the air, you take it for granted and then move out to a big city. Pavement doesn’t get dew. While it’s nice to look at palm trees every morning and not have to worry about what the weather will hold that day, it still leaves a little longing spot deep down. You get to missing the simple speed of life that folks go about their days at down South. Things out in LA just don’t excite people the way they do back home. People here have seen it, done it, they ain’t impressed.

So it’s nice to rendezvous with the American Aquarium boys each year in Texas. If I close my eyes and listen to their tunes I can almost feel the dew on my toes and the day slows down just a little bit. I know I’m never going to be a kid again, and days where jumping off docks and crushing fireflies on my shirt were goals are numbered, but for some reason we we’re given the ability to remember stuff, and it always helps to have some good music to assist in that feeling…