Casapatas Flamenco, Madrid. Watching this beautiful, powerful performance in a small club with about 60 people was a highlight of my Madrid trip. The dancers and musicians operated with a breath-taking organic synergy of passion and precision. They truly moved and created as one. It reminded me, deeply, of what I love about the performing arts — their function, at their best, as a fresh breeze blowing away the fog that makes us think we are separated from the divine, from the essence of Being. It is right where we are, each moment, as close as I was to the feet of the dancers in that club. And it is passionate, and precise, and perfect — a rolling, continuous creation.

Week’s of work trying to setup a home closet for podcast video production. Feels like it’s coming together. In addition to the IBM podcast work I’m doing, I hope to finally launch a podcast I’ve wanted to do for a very long time — conversations with fellow musicians about all of the humor in the musician’s life, and chats with other creative types about … well … creativity, and more humor, of course. I think it is finally going to happen. Watch here for the first episode of The Moosecast in the coming weeks.

Waiting for some tasty Moonlight Pizza in cool Salida, Colorado.

West Texas county road on our off-the-beaten-path trip to Colorado. Amazingly suspended in time out here with no traffic, dry ground, and shot in black and white.

I’m sure glad Chilis makes an exceptison when you lock your keys in your car.

At La Feria Restaurant: “Dessert at our favorite Cedar Park restaurant. Wonderful people here.”

Mitch Watkins 4 tonight at the Elephant Room on Congress. Starts at 9:30. Mitch and I will be there, with way less hair. Steve Zirkel and Paul Ostermeyer can’t make it this time, but it WIll happen someday, somehow. This band really needs a reunion.