‘Ello, world!

Funny considering that the accent that I have chosen does not fit this area at all.  Well, it’s funny to me (in the least.  Could be the sleep deprivation.  But, I digress.)

I sit in a Motel 6 in Ann Arbor after an eventful day.  The video posts can and do show this.  However, remembering the old blogs that Theresa Carter (The Local Tourist) and I posted during WTR: Memphis, I felt that the tour wasn’t (or wouldn’t be) complete if I didn’t post some sort of blog (notwithstanding the fact that I didn’t write one last night due to very limited Internet access.)

Train was smooth after it arrived at the Kalamazoo station 30 minutes late.  Regardless, the attendant at the KZoo station was very polite in answering the same question over and over again, “I was just curious…” “Where is our train?”  ”Do you know …?”

Got out once the Amtrak hit Ann Arbor.  Walked the 1.5 miles to Biggby Coffee on Plymouth Rd.  A LOT of inspiration for video and music came to me on said walk.  I am going to attempt to put lyrics/music to said song in the music written at Plymouth Park (I feel that there may be another song in me.  We’ll see what happens.)

Biggby Coffee - very low traffic.  Jessi, the barista/shift lead, was very polite.  She seemed to like the tunes as well.  Hasan, the manager at Famous Hamburger (right next door to Biggby) is a percussionist.  Upon many tangents and YouTube searches of various African, Arabian and Spanish artists/music (all which were very good and very inspirational, btw,) he came during a “break” and listened to “Bone-Dry Boulevard,” (the Live vid posted from Day 2 of WTR: Detroit.)  He bought a couple of D Kav CDs.  So, I made the first $20 for Friendship Circle as of today.

Jessi even stated that the end of the night was slow even for her standards.  Truth be told - a bit disappointed, I am (and like Yoda, David speaks…or thinks…since he’s actually not saying these words out loud as he types this…for a change.)  However, I’m not worried.  I KNOW that there is a reason, a rhyme, a song and overall, progress that is being had from all of this.  I knew when I was sitting at Matilda’s with The Local Tourist and Leah Jones that I needed to come out this weekend to execute WTR: Detroit (that postponing or rescheduling did not feel right to me.) Leah told me before we had the Final WTR: Detroit meeting, “I want you to go to see that you can do [WTR: Detroit] by yourself.”  She gave me a DM this morning that stated (for the most part:) “I told you so.”  Leah, you were more right as I went along off of the train from Ann Arbor.

I can tell on myself further that I had the opportunity to wait for my g/f and her father to pick me up from Ann Arbor since they are currently driving back to Sterling Heights (Beth Ann is going back home for the weekend for a couple of b-day parties in Michigan.  HUGE, HUGE coincidence.  I did NOT plan WTR: Detroit around this.  You can ask Anyone on the WTR crew?  Leah?  Theresa?  Witness, please?)  In my gut, I felt that if I went back with them this evening, I would not have had the time necessary to reflect and to digest the events from the past two days.  I also felt that I would be stifled to create the song (or songs) that need to be finished AND created this evening.  I feel that Writing The Rails would lose its vision completely if I didn’t stay the course for, at least, half of the trip (since I will be going back to Chicago with Beth Ann at the end.  A HUGE help since my funds were extremely limited at the genesis of this journey.)

Judgment to be passed on me?  I don’t know.  If I have anything to say about it, I don’t think so.  I do believe that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

I thought about this on my walk to Biggby this afternoon, “did Bono know that he was going to become Bono when he started out?  All he knew was the passion that he was born with and that he had when he started out as a teenager in war-torn Ireland back in the 1970s.  Self-proclaimed megalomaniac?  Sure.  However, he was a poet that became a rock superstar.  Being Bono isn’t (and can not be) the end all/know all.  So, why do I want that so bad?  I’m NOT Bono…nor should I ever be.”

You may laugh at the above paragraph.  However, the more I let go of my rock star dream and just follow my gut (despite the fears of my peers, friends and family around me,) the more the magic unfolds in my path.  My fingers are still balled up into a fist around my dream.  However, the grip is loosening more and more each day.  One day at a time.  One step at a time.

Wow.  Did NOT think all of THAT was going to come out into this passage.  I’ll sign off now before I sound more preachy than I already might.

Thanks for reading…and for all of your support thus far.  G’night!

D Kav