I am really looking forward to writing about the '72-'74 Santa Clara period as well as the '75-'78 Santa Clara period. It is my primary catalyst to why I started this blog. The only problem I'm having is that I don't know how to approach doing it because of my overwhelming feelings about this time period and the people I knew and the music contained within. I may not even take a linear approach to it.
I'm still a very scared human being at this point in time. I don't know where I'm headed. If I could live in an ideal situation, Mom and I would be living back in Santa Clara.
Ever since I took a 5 month break and lived in Santa Clara for 5 months back in late '96-early '97, I've been visualizing my going back to watching University of Santa Clara basketball and baseball games. But what has been really surprising to me is that I have also begun having the urge to want to go to baseball and football games of Bellarmine too. In light of what I will eventually write about my two years of going there, this might come as a surprise to you.
Speaking of Bellarmine, I am putting out the call again. Could somebody please get a hold of Paul Comfort and tell him that I wish I could talk to him again? I miss him so much. I learned so much about music from him that I feel as if I could never repay him enough. Plus, he was a damn fine guitar player. I used to love listening to him play.
Those I don't have much time left for writing for this session today, I just wanted to get around to discussing my feelings about drugs. I promise to do so in more detail eventually. But I do want to say that one of the great ironies of my life is that I love music and musicians so much and yet I personally can't stand drugs. I have a lot of opinions about marijuana and the harder stuff. I've smoked pot and hash before, but I don't anymore. I think I smoked both combined less than 10 times and they just didn't do anything for me. Legalizing pot doesn't bother me so much as much as some of the arrogance I see in people who smoke it and have the attitude that they are getting away with something doing so. Arrogance is a trait of some people that I hate the most.
I have always forgiven musicians for their drug habits because of what they've given to me through their music (as contradictory as it sounds). But I don't forgive easily those people I have personally known who are not musicians. This whole paradox, as an issue, runs very deep with me.
Anyway, I should probably go for now. I have to do a couple of things before I have dinner at Mom's.
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