I Am The Luckiest from Brian Utley on Vimeo.

…And then blip! a little light flashes on and the need to write something arises.  This is usually accompanied by dusting off the Miles Davis or Dave Brubeck records and off I go…into something.

The problem with the blip, and I’ve touched on this before, is that it is quite elusive.  And things need to be in proper places and the parts of my brain that seem to feel the need to create something need to be unencumbered by the dull, mundanity of daily life.  And this usually takes something extreme.

So I’m reading this month’s SPIN which features an article about Weezer. And I’m thinking about Rivers and his age, and how for me he looks as young/old now as he did back during The Blue Album. And I’m thinking about when I saw him at DV8, drunk off his behind, throwing his guitar into the crowd and how that was pretty much really cool. And I was 22. And Rivers was 27. And now I’m 33. And Rivers still looks 27. But this isn’t what I’m talking about. Age came up last blog post, and aging and all that vanity stuff. This one is about my son. My only son. And he’s just like me.

I really wanted to take this hog home today.  You can’t beat 70 mpg.

belly buttons are funny.

Arguing with my wife, but as luck would have it I’m reading “The Back of The Napkin” by Dan Roam. So I can draw a picture that will convey my point better, right? Well the argument ended, but only because I think we both ended up really confused. Back to the drawing board.