From somewhere behind the curtain…

 Somehow, I think it’s all about jumping from the edge. With that in mind, and as a start, let me tell a funny story.

Verse1: My senior year of high school I went out for cross country as a way to get in shape for the upcoming basketball season and to try something new. During track season I had never competed past the 400m dash and was plagued with what my coach called “a sprinter’s jog”. Needless to say, at cross country I was pretty much always in the rear and spent my time either talking about or thinking about all the food I was going to devour once I got back from this long ‘effing run.  

 At practice one day I was screwing around and riding on the step panel of a friend’s truck to catch up with the lead runners.  When I looked at the speedometer and saw we were going 35mph, I thought to myself, “If I jump, I bet I’ll run really fast!” Well, without further thought that’s just what I did and all seemed fine until my left foot hit the highway. Based on that first contact with the road I became suddenly aware that not only was this not going to work, but this was going to hurt like hell@#!!!

Fast forward a little bit. I survived that crash with only a collection of bleeding knees, elbows, and hips and was able to run the rest of the way back to school. Later though, when I fell out of a tree at cross country practice and broke my left wrist, my basketball season was destined to get off to a slow start.

Verse2: I grew up in a small town in Iowa but got my musical start out west in Eugene, Oregon. I cut my teeth, as they say, playing shows, blues jams, open mikes, and jamming with some truly great and soulful friends for the five years that I lived there. One night after a blues set I was talking to a fellow guitarist about soloing and he said when the moment of inspiration hits, you either go for it or you don’t.

To me, that’s the essence of the whole trip! We weren’t talking about inventing the moment, but rather, we were talking about being present and when the opportunity to drop into something bigger presents itself, do you take the chance or shy away from the edge?

Chorus: Even if it doesn’t work out, think of the stories you’ll have to tell…

Verse3: As strange as it might seem, as I ran back to school that day I had the biggest grin on my face and actually enjoyed those last two miles. During those blues jams when I let go so as to be a part, not only did I feel more connected and alive but so did all those around me. I’m not talking about standing on the edge and jumping as a way to escape life or to end the living. I’m talking about standing out on the edge and giving yourself permission to participate authentically in this experience and to truly risk being alive, no matter what those around you are doing.

Chorus: Then again, it just might turn out better than you could have ever hoped…

Outro (for now): Standing on the edge, you either go for it or you don’t. Regardless of the tone, music is always a celebration to me and if it lights your path for a time, then I’m honored. Either way, at the edge of your dreams…I hope you jump!

…standing on : THE EDGE

Movement of image sees LIFTING