California is long gone; today I’m in Rhode Island where it is raining or snowing or sleeting or…”slushing” I guess is what it’s doing. Slushing like a bitch’s son. Weather only a dog could love.
But I’m watching Dave Narcizo play drums and it is good. In fact, we’re playing together again, just not at the same time. Science marches on.
It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Dave do anything but draw pictures. Really good pictures, mind you, but I can’t hear them and hearing is my favorite sense (I fell in love with my husband over the phone). Dave drumming is very easy on the ears — a happy sound.
If you disappoint my baby son, Bodhi, he looks at you intently and calmly says, “I don’t love you when you do that”. It is a crumpling experience, to say the least, so, of course, Billy and I have adopted this expression. It comes in awful handy when you want to lay waste to someone’s ego and make them chuckle at the same time.
Conversely, when one is stunned and impressed, it works to say, “I love you when you do that”. You gotta save it for special people, special occasions and motive-free moments of grace. Anyway, I love Dave when he does this: