Amsterdam Nov 1st 09

I have been 34 for 30 days. Roughly 12,000 days old
Around 8,640,000 minutes young… Not by the time you read this I will be a bit more experienced.
Location, Schipol airport outside of Amsterdam. Drinking a cap., waiting for a flight to London, while listening to Spinal Tap’s “Heavy duty” . Appropriate for my destination of travel. I am in a space of not many words, so I choose to relay the past.
Yesterday played a house show for friend Emile, family, and friends. Spent the day biking through town , and finding out of Amsterdam coffee shops with Bruski.
The town I stayed in Utrecht (spelling may be off a bit) a modest beautiful canal filled town. I had a huge warm Strapuplinwaffle (spell?) maple canter filled thin waffle goodness. I think my heartburn may start to settle in today. I hope not.
Can’t wait to get back to East London, and my friends out this way. I love the people I get to hang with. So many laughs and good times to be had.

You know, We are all made up of the same stuff, thinking the same things, Loving with the same love. At some point in history we all have to be related. Somehow how it all happened with 1 or 2. That makes sense to me. So it makes sense that no matter where you go you will find people like you. People you can relate to. New friends…. 2 great words together.
Think about the friends you have yet to meet. How rad they are going to be! Who have you yet to fall in love with? The person you are talking to at the bank today may have your babies. Or the guy at the concert who was annoying you all night, may break your heart, or split your soul with his and make a cosmic pretzel.

I leave this circle in 40 minutes to jump in another circle that has already been drawn for me to step in.

Following the friend flow

I have to say I diagnose the "little things". The looks, the weird texts, the odd tones in voices, the sudden change of intentions. I am a bit paranoid these days over all these "little things". I guess they are not so little after all. That eye brow lift, though very small in relation to the big picture can start a chain of magnetized mind manipulation.


That raise of brow triggers something inside (a nerve if you will). That nerve takes the view of the situation and increase's it's size, value, and story. Kind of of like a day out fishing without the slime.



So now what I see is a slightly bigger eye brow, with a story that is saying "somethings wrong", and a meaning of importance.

Now realize that a fly may of landed on the other persons forehead that made there eye brow raise, or they have a weird twitch or something to that effect. It may have nothing to do with me. Yet I seem to attach one of my made up stories to the purpose of the movement. "What they raised a brow at me, and looked at me funny" I say in my head. "They are pissed off I didn't go with them to the show! I know it."

I am now convinced they are mad at me (the eye brow is now the size of a furry "cat scratch tree" from pet co. on top of there face, and they are starting to distort in my mind as an evil troll that is out to suck me under the bridge.


"What could I have possibly done to deserve such a gesture toward my life's validity?"

Then this is were it gets really fun.
Self doubt pops by for a beer. "Yo! what's up holmes? Haven't felt weirdly bad for a minute. thought I would come by and take a shit on your brain for 20 minute's. Is that okay?" I respond." Hell yeah!, and bring your friends self conscious and worthless over and let's party!"

Now this eye brow is so big it looks like the golden gate bridge has been stretched across your face and covered with mo-hair.

I am great at this next part.I say, "What's wrong, something's wrong, what did I do? What, I mean god, I'm sorry......sorry!"

I love apologizing for shit I am unaware of doing. If all else fails start begging for forgiveness.



What It comes down to is don't sweat the lil stuff. Your mind is going at like 64 thoughts a sec. Let that happen and acknowledge it for sharing the highly entertaining paranoid visions. And know that most of the time your making it all up anyway.
what's in an eyebrow? Hair.

Until the end of....Toca

Toca Rivera world renown lion Tamer, expressive with his thoughts on fettuccine.

Dr. Feelgood

Living live lovingly while lifting hearts including my own.
YO yo. I have been feeling a bit low since my b-day. Low in health that is. I realized I have been slurp'n a few to many java's, To many fatty breakfasts, to much red meat. Then heart burn come a knockin on the door and invites himself in, and reclines on my heart like a sofa, and he aint leavin till the diet is in check.
Today after love set sail back to SD, I went to the rehearsal room and stretched, while having a talk with this body. What did I say?

"Get up ya bum, I didn't hear no bell"

So I continued to stretch, think, and plant my intentions for the night. Ignoring my body aches, I pressed on with creation. Creation! I LOVE CREATION! I really do. The feeling you get when you make something up from thin air is amazing. Were does it come from? I don't know. But i thank the source for the desire to express through the outlet of creation.

So I made up an interesting way to open the show. I was wearing two suits at the same time. FUN!

Now I had creation and fun happening. This is what drives me. I looked around the dressing room and Jason and all of his band mates were putting there duck tape mustaches on and getting ready to back up the Bush W. show. Now my friends were involved. Now, Creation , fun, and friends......forget about it. i was feeling super. And even as I sit here and write this to you I hear my friend on the loud speaker tearing it up, and making them laugh.(Jason is a funny fucker, that's one thing I really love about the dude)
Now during my show I was having fun, while creating with my friends, and a power surged through my body. I felt light and young. I ran to the middle of the crowd and got up on the seats and walked across the tops of the chairs in front of 2500 with no nervousness at all. Just love for the moment, and I felt like flying.
After I got off stage I ran out to meet and great as many as I could then ran back to intro my buddy for his killer show........

Life is truly an amazing miracle, though it does not always show up that way for you.
Keep going , keep driving, keep taking chances, keep believing in yourself, keep sharing, keep loving, keep growing, keep showing, keep on keepin on.
Be Love

"Until The End Of......" G. Love

This is a new series called "Until the end of...." look out for more coming soon.
This episode features G. Love, and his laundry. thanks G.

Mt Mushmouth

MT. Mushmouth

Recently I had the opportunity to visit a historical landmark. Mount Rushmore.
I hopped in a van with some of the Mraz band. Eric, Toca, Leroy, Fernie, and Reggie. The jokes were in full effect as we took the 40 min. drive thru the beautiful South Dakota landscape.
The town that you drive past on your way is this cute lil tourist town that I would love to take my parents to one day. It would have been great to have stopped, but didn't have the time.
On this trip I found a hidden talent. I have a decent imitation of "Fat Albert". Nothing to write home about,but worth a blog. Leroy rocks a nice "Mushmouth" and together we were honoring Bill Cosby's dream of the junk yard gang.
Then we arrived at Rushmore. I must say we were probably the oddest and youngest group there that day. As you walk down the path to the "Stoners" there are a series of patriotic flags.... I liked this build up


Then there we were, and the only two things I could think of were.
1. Man these guys are stoned.
and
2. I would of loved if George Jefferson, Weezy, JJ, and re-run had there own MT Mushmore.

That would be a site
Image only exists in my head at this point

That being said we took our shots as the tourists we were, visiting the gift shop, and loosing Toca. he was no were to be found.
Toca was eventually found by a family that rapped him in a blanket, fed, and burped him then he was returned. A great day all in all at the Mushmore.

A-bun-dance

hey there and howdy ho.
In Montana at the moment while sound check is happening. The weather is fine and I am moments away from taking a scooter ride around the venue.
What comes to mind is what I have been reading up on.
"Abundance".
What is this word is and how it plays an intricate roll in our life's. It is a normal feeling to think there is a place to get to and that we are working toward something.
A certain amount of money, love, and friends. But what is enough? What is the number. There is no number, there is just this imaginary nirvana that lives in the stories that we make up for ourselves.
There are a lot of pressures we allow to happen. My mother always says " when are you buying me that house?" or "when am I going see you on the tonight show" or something to that fact. As if there is a place to get to for happiness to be achieved.
To me what makes sense is that it is all right here. Right now. Heaven, happiness, abundance.
Take notice to your intentions every day. Take notice to how your day is setting itself up as soon as you get up. Were are your thoughts leading you. For whatever you focus your worship towards there you find your abundance.
here are a few amazing quotes I gathered from the cafe gratitude log book.

"Faith begins with an experiment, and ends with an experience."
W.R. Inge

"Let one therefore keep the mind pure, for what man thinks, that he becomes."
The Upanishads

"All that we are is a result of what we have thought. The mind is everything.What we think we become"
Buddha



with love
b

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