A Longgggg, Hot Shower…

Grateful Blog: Day 46: I took a long hot shower today. Closed my eyes and let all 40 gallons of bliss run over my head, neck and shoulders. I plugged my ears at one point and eyes still closed I heard the pounding rain of a midnight storm, swirling in the streets ofBardstown,Kentucky. I played a show there a few years ago at this place called ‘The Bourbon Bar’ at the Old Talbott Tavern. It’s “said to be the oldest western stagecoach stop in America as the westward expansion brought explorers from the east into Kentucky” That funky old historic place supposedly filled with ghosts too. “According to legend, figures straight from the history books sought lodging here during their travels; as a young boy Abraham Lincoln and his family stayed here, Gen. George Rogers Clark, Daniel Boone, and exiled French King Louis Phillipe and his entourage stayed here, even painting murals on the upstairs walls. There are noticeable bullet holes in the now faded paintings and Jesse James is said to be responsible for them.”

In any case, after the show we went to bed but I woke in the middle of the night to a torrential rain storm that felt like it was coming right through the old wavy windows. I thought about all the old travelers on a night like this: the kind where the ‘catch a death of cold’ wasn’t too far from the truth. Today as I was letting the entire hot water heater tank bleed dry I thought about that night, and realized how Grateful I was for the simplest of things today. Hot water. Abundant, clean, really freaking hot water. I may die tomorrow, you never know, but however that happens, I hope whatever version of afterlife (if there is one) has a really kick ass shower. There’s nothing better than cranking it wide open, closing your eyes and letting you head, neck and shoulders revel in that beautiful stream of heat. That’s good stuff…

Pre-Steve Jobs…

Grateful Blog: Day 33: I just read an article online this morning—perhaps you’ve seen it already, about an indigenous tribe that was photographed somewhere in the Amazon rainforest. It’s a bit of a sensation because they’re so infrequently seen or photographed. The article went on to mention that worldwide roughly 100 such tribes are said to exist. There’s probably some debate to be made to bring these folks into the fold of the modern world: advances in medicine perhaps. But I don’t know. My first reaction is that they represent a slice of the planet that is pre-contact, pre-Columbus, pre-Henry Ford and pre-Steve Jobs. Pre-Facebook (yes I see the irony), pre-X-Ray, X-Box and XM Satellite Radio. Just think about it—a society that potentially knows nothing of Abraham Lincoln or Adolph Hitler, Martin Luther King Jr. or Mao Se Tung. Ben Franklin or gasp—Ben Stiller (OK that’s a stretch). It boggles the mind really. Of course the contact is coming now because the developing world (logging, etc.) is encroaching on their ummm ‘habitat’. I don’t know what ‘smart’ like anthropologists and sociologists’ think of this, but in my heart of hearts I’m a hopeless romantic. This morning I’m not only Grateful that there are still roughly 100 groups or tribes of indigenous peoples around the world, I’m hoping there are more yet undiscovered. And I hoping they stay that way. They’ve seemingly gotten along fine for 10,000 years without doing a Google search on their smart phone for the nearest pizza joint, and I’m reasonably certain they can go a while longer. I’m Grateful they’re there and I hope that someday, when they’re ready, they can teach us what they know (and not the other way around). We’ve got lots to learn…