When you are a traveler, being on the road you say Goodbye a lot. You get used to it. You make these amazing connections, you break down the social barriers of ‘normal life’ and learn to relish in the company of those new souls that you met just hours ago. It really brings to light just how similar we are as a species.
A quote from Mark Twain, to me, could not be truer.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. …
I am always pulled to the hedonists of this world. The funny thing is, I am not really an protagonist, or the life of the party sort of person. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like to have fun and I’m not really shy, but these over the top, larger than life character types seem to be drawn to me. The following story is loosely based on a gig I went to one night, alone. I don’t mind doing things alone, I am confident enough that some sort of mischief will pull me in, or one of those characters will…
‘I wrote this in my early twenties after a long summer of hanging out with friends, playing music, dancing and just really living life without regret.
The friends I made that year were all students from different places, not being a student myself, I really relished in this experience. When we all went separate directions, I wrote these words to commemorate that time.’
It was a wonderful age
It will be forever gone
Those memories we made
will be forever ours
It was a wonderful age
Those long and pointless
Hours of disregard and ignorance
Days of heartbreak and love
This was a piece I wrote circa 2017 after seeing Barns Courtney live for the first time in San Diego. My writing has come along way since I wrote this, but I still enjoy reading it and in my head going back to that place. Since this was written, he has already released a second LP and is still very much flamboyant and boyish. The following, really happened… Enjoy.
Some may argue that Rock and Roll is dead and gone, some say it never left. Maybe it didn’t, but it did change, and I didn’t like where it was going.
Music loving Vagabond from U.K. I like to write short stories, blogs and poetry. You might find some them appearing on here. Feel free to comment your views.