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Hmmm, I just noticed I was having a little trouble.
Should I look at the mirrors, or the back up camera for this move?
I’ve done it a thousand times.
Easy peasy, watch for the dogs, almost automatic, just another day.
Does it matter?  Oh yeah, trust me.  It all matters.
Days like this, you can see that real clear.

I dn’t pos much.  Ot a thoUsn A pret. qui  (turns out it was the keyboard batteries, missing letters, (the detailed syntax of the moment, interrupting the semantic of the day) not me, or the notoriously slow internet I have right now.)

I don’t post much.  I’ve got a thousand voices but I'm a pretty quiet soul.
Unless I find something to say.
Then I might let the thunder get outside.
Although the “outside” has been mostly just to me.

I found out this morning that my Dad died last night.
In the early AM hours.
Most folks on this side of the world are asleep.
I was.
He was 84 I think.  I’m not good at knowing birthdays and how old people are.

I am pretty good at waiting though.  I've been preparing for this day.

Sometimes you can see tomorrow from today, and that possibility might be something mighty uncomfortable.
It’s not always fun being right.

I didn't know if I would see today of course, life is certainly uncertain.
But, in a way I have already seen it, and heard it, and felt it many times over.
I’ve “made the drive” over the years.
And it was hard.  And it was always in the rain.
I don’t have much to give my Dad, but I have this. The producer part of my musical self knows this could be better, sonically.  But heartwise, I wouldn’t change a thing.  Dad, this is your son.
I do have a song.

Driving in the Rain….is one of my songs that I just knew I would play to myself on this day.
I was wrong.

The song is on pause in my car while I have to write this.  Why?

Because I left work to get my car air conditioning fixed for the long hot Texas summer ahead. (I didn’t start in earnest on that until yesterday.)  But right now, I really have to get that fixed so I can help my wife and kids. 

Oh, back to Driving in the Rain on hold... which I'd where a lot of other people surely are right now.
I was on hold yesterday.  Not today.  Time moves fast.
But at the moment there are just too many interruptions to sit back and really listen to the whole song. It’s a long one.

So do me a favor.

Listen to it for me until I can, again.

I wrote that song decades ago. Like many other songs.  It was a long, long time ago but I remember.

I wrote it for me of course.  But the inspiration was Rob _______ (wouldn't say. Can’t remember anyway, ahh just did!) and other sons. We had fathers. We were a son, we remember how we were.  Now we have a son, or sons, that are a lot like we used to be.  And many a good Father wants them to be better than we have been.

That sentiment stands the test of time. It is universal to others just because of who they are, who they've been and what they could have done. Many, many, each and every day are “going home to one less place at the table.”  Be it sunny & blue skies or not, they are “Driving in the rain.”

It's a good song, not because it’s “my song”, just because it is.

But, it's not a commercial song.

That’s okay.
Not all of life is commercial, or all about commerciality.

Sometimes the songs are part of life that is low, quiet, sad, …real.  One of those songs where you take some time out. Put your headphones on. And let yourself go to where the song was written from.

It’s a heart thing.

And this?  This is a stream-of-consciousness post.Who knows where it's going to go?
Maybe it will get me some streams!  Who knows?
I got my car ac fixed today, pretty major repair, but done very quickly.
Who knew it would be today or that fast?
Maybe now I can do some Uber or Lyft.  Who knows?

I know Who knows.
He’s the same One who knew my day before I did.
And there is only one of Him.

But life goes on as we say.
So hit up the website, sign up for news and notifications.
Who knows, you might like what you find and where I’m at.
If you like a song, or maybe just the message, buy it.
All the songs are set to “name your price”.
Pay whatever heart stuff is worth to you.
I won't mind, even if it's just a little bit.
Lots of little bits make a big difference.
That goes for love, peace, truth, words, sight, sound, in money.

Lots of little bits make up our lives.
And in the end, in a way… we all get the soul that we choose, the one that was paid for.

So, give a soul a listen.
Stay as long as you want. Take as much as you can stand.  Buy as many as you like. Or, don't buy anything at all. That's okay.

“I'll keep going.  No unturned rocks till you gotta’ put me in a box.”

I'll keep going because it helps me to keep finding me. And that's a win.
So, I’ll keep Reaching Out.  Even if it’s only to me.  But, I don’t believe that is true. Who knows?  Maybe others will find something. Maybe it's a win-win.

I understand now that The Artist Real is selling their soul.  And they are over being shy about it.
And they have to.  That sale… pays off in ways more valuable and less fleeting than just cash.

And Yeah, … I know.  How can I write at such a time as this?
How can I not?  It is who I am.
And whoever you are… I want to let you know that’s who you got.  Right here and right now.

But I’m not driving, it’s way too far and I’ve been gone way too long.

But, it is raining here right now.

Go figure.

Thank you Lord… for these eyes.  And this heart.

One Niner West

I tried real hard to post this before.I had to go do something else today. I didn't work out. Maybe that was my time to read it again.Make sure that it was right.

It is.

Or maybe it's just dumb me. 
Because that AC was cold, my forehead got cold.  I need to adjust that vent.  I think I’ll lay down a minute.  After that, I gotstago.

This wasn't a 15 minute post.  That was 3 days ago.