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Now, here I am. With a life going for me in the metal industry, creating a name for myself as a metal music journalist. Promoting, reviewing, interviewing, etc etc etc. And I can't get up and leave and take a hiatus to go travel again. I wont let myself abandon my responsibilities like that. Though I think about traveling every day, I know that wasn't the life meant for me. I can't find security in insecurity.

But I still have my fiddle. And I'm still playing. Not as often as when I was on the… Continue

I was extremely drunk when I approached a fiddler at a party I went to last week. I assume he wasn't very pleased with my blunt flirtations and bad pick up lines (I have no game. Give me vodka and the hilarity ensues), but I did find out that he teaches at a freeschool in downtown Olympia. They have banjo and fiddle lessons every Tuesday from 7-9 pm, except on the first Tuesdays of every month. 610 Columbia Street.

I'll be checking it out tonight, since I am currently stuck and can't teach myse… Continue

I am currently visiting my mom in Dallas. First time I have been here in four years. Now I remember why I didn't want to go back and avoided contact with my mom for so long.

I'm remembering what it's like to be a housie and remembering how lazy and inactive it had made me when I went from the streets to my own apartment in Olympia. It's rather uncomfortable, in my own opinion. I never did like this stagnant feeling.

But fiddling has progressed. Sorta. I still suck and probably… Continue