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HIS SPIRIT LIVES ON! ... BONER, THE PIANO DOG ... November 27, 1994 ... February 20, 2010

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January 31, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

Today was cloudy but the temperature was still really nice. Tomorrow the cold will be returning with rain. I love rain here in Las Vegas as it is rare. Rainy days are nice for a shut down of any pressure to take the Traveling Piano out. There is a new restaurant that opened up the street so I visited to create some music and welcome the place to the neighborhood. Then I drove around the corner to another restaurant who has contributed to my homeless outreach two years ago. This past year they did not but thats not a problem. They have been givers in the past and the word "giver" is set in my brain first and foremost. I like this area of Las Vegas because it is being frequented but both locals and visitors, a nice mix. If only the business owners we're more community oriented... but alas, those days are mostly gone concerning capitalism, it is now self-serving to the hilt. There was a time tho...

January 30, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

We are in a winter warm up and it feels real good. I took advantage of the day to paint the piano, the truck bed interior and clean the cab interior to finish the cleaning started a few days ago. I had four cans of black spray paint and none of them worked! The paint was bubbly when it came out. I looked at the date... 2007. So much for that. I cleaned out most of the dog hair from inside the cab, literally clumps of dog hair. The truck detail spray I was using works on windows. It works on windows better than any window spray I've ever used as in no streaks! When finished as in as much as I could do physically, I said to myself this is the level of quality that would have been done if I paid someone to do it. Not a Danny Kean quality job but better than before.

When all was said and done I created some music for the neighborhood. I was parked inside a lot next to my apartment building. Some guy drove up and told me he had seen me on the news last month and really appreciates what I do (re: the UNLV gun slaughter). All the homeless around me really enjoyed hearing the Piano Man "do his thing." I am usually giving out water, treats and food... they rarely get to hear me play with music. One girl came up elated, told me she checked out the website and I think I was knocked off the pedestal she had me on when she learned I have no money. I felt rested when I woke up today with some strength. I have learned over the years... if I do not get enough sleep (sometimes twelve hours) I not only get sick, I have no strength. When I get enough rest... I always can to a couple good hard hours of work, about four.

January 29, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

The day was so perfect, like almost 75 degrees, full sun... I had to get out with some music even if only for forty five minutes. I took the truck up the street to the corner of Charleston and Main and just began creating music in an open area. There were no people around but a fair amount of traffic. I guy wheeled himself near the truck in a wheelchair and out of the corner of my eye he was just all over the place being creative with the chair as a prop as he flailed himself with the music. It looked like he was going to fall into the street but somehow I could also see he was in control. Talk about riding the edge. Not sure if I should engage... I did. He might have been mental, a drug addict, have autism issues, I don't know but... he could play the piano and I am glad he had the opportunity. And, I was also glad no other people were around because he was smelling pretty dank. I played music strong and loud for about a half hour and I am feeling it now... both mentally, physically... exhausted. There we're a lot of thumbs up from people in vehicles as they passed.

January 28, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

January 27, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

Once I was able to get going I took the truck over to my friend Eric's place to begin cleaning it. In the old days the truck was a show piece. Now it has not been cleaned in a good half year. The truck bed was nasty with popcorn kernels from June and pieces of ginger snaps stuck to the floor since Thanksgiving and Christmas hot chocolate spilt and dry on the back side and bumpers. The paint is peeling everywhere and the inside I did not even get to. The piano needs to be painted, the wood is splintering off well, its lasted 38 years out doors so who's complaining. I know physically what I am going to feel like tomorrow it won't be nice. So, about 20% is cleaned. It takes what it takes, I do what I can, it is what it is. Once upon a time I could have cleaned and painted the entire inside and out in a day easily.

January 26, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

The truck finally got worked on today and the smog test went through. It took about 60 seconds to register it with only with a six dollar late fee. Online registration is a wonderful thing. The speedometer still needs fixing (it does not work) but at least that can happen without the need to purchase an entire new dashboard section if I could even find one. One really good, really excellent thing about Nevada and motor vehicles... there is no inspection needed yearly. If I was back in Pennsylvania, there would be no way this truck would pass an inspection on about twenty different levels. Every place has its plus and minus, there is a trade off of some kind. For example the sales tax in Nevada and vehicle insurance is ridiculous. Anyway, I can drive now on the street without worrying about getting stopped by a cop. The Traveling Piano truck is officially up and running until the next problem?

January 25, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

Mo and I were in a local park creating music when a pickup truck pulled up next to us with five people in it. One guy had a megaphone and I figured out pretty quick they were a church group with food. I stopped playing music so they could use the megaphone to reach people in the park. They we're really taking their time so after a few minutes I said you had better hurry up or I'm going to start playing. Then the repeated yelling, "Jesus is here, come get some food." Not once did they glance over to me or even say hi or give a smile. I thought, who does that? Then as they gave out food they we're trying to scream over me that Jesus is God and he loves them over and over. It was crazy constant screaming. I thought... there is a long empty parking lot, why did they park next to me if they knew they we're going to do that? Then as one of the guys living in the park began to get onto the Traveling Piano, one of the church people came over and asked if she could play my piano. I said sure, why not get up with the guy? It was beneath her. She said, he could never play along with me. I said ok then, you will need to wait until I am done with him. Really she just wanted to show off with some church music. As I was doing my thing with the guy I used the word "shit" which I usually do when talking and she corrected me with "shoot." Lol, I just looked at her.

People think I am so nice and handle people well but really what happened was... my mode of operating was one of extending myself in fun, friendship and respect. I was immersed in my intent. But it did take me back especially since there was no friendliness and I did not think quick enough to say something like no, I mean shit. I was working and when that is happening I am in total positive embrace so, not thinking quick enough in situations like that always works out for the best... I guess. Her friends packed up to go before the woman had a chance to play. Oh, well. They we're serving beans in gravy with a little rice. The quality of food distribution around town even in the shelters has been in a dramatic decline. When it begins to get bad with those that have, the poor will always suffer before first. Reminds me of when I was living on the road and staying with people. The realization that some of those who I stayed with would offer a really shitty space compared to what they lived in. I used to think, if you are going to invite a guest to dinner you had better give them what you are eating not the scraps you what you do not need or want to eat yourself. When I am giving out food on the streets the first think I think about is what will be pleasing to everyone not what they should be grateful for.

January 24, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

Day two, second try out. The rain definitely left and the sun was trying to come out. We drove again to Red Rock and parked at the overlook. It was perfect as not many people were around. I figured it would be too chilly to play music so Mo and I would just climb around a little. But, when I got out of the truck there was no wind so and the temperature was perfect, then the sun came out. This was the first time in awhile for music, they keyboard and speaker sounds just ok, (muddled and noisy) the music well. it just felt really good. The people around responded really well and so it began. The Traveling Piano journey was up and going. Being very careful to pace myself I stopped after about an hour.

Then, Mo and I climbed down the hill and took a walk on the dry river bed. Mo had some difficulty, his balance anymore is not so perfect. We took it easy. When it was time to go back up the hill, I would walk 25 steps and rest in a repeated pattern and we both did ok. At the top I was huffing and puffing some and constantly thinking about not over doing it. There was a young family there with two children who would have loved to get onto the piano right there but I had to tell myself, no. Damm, I really dislike the need to watch out for my physical limitations. Tonight, I feel fragile and am thankful I did not push myself. A little bit each day and we shall see where the year takes us.

January 23, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

It seemed the rain has stopped, the temperature was cool, the sky cloudy, I had some energy and so... off we went to the Red Rock Canyon area to create some music and walk in nature a bit for the first time this year. Never before has it taken this long to get started in a new year but with the truck trouble and covid I really did not have much choice. First thing with the truck, as soon as I began to apply the brakes ever so lightly, they caught with a jolt and the truck screeched to a halt. It happened again and then slowly adjusted to a normalcy. It had something to do with the rain I think. Mo and I chanced it anyway and continued. We got to Calico Basin and it began to rain. I did not even want to let Mo out of the truck because the desert dirt is like cement. Once he gets it on his fur belly and legs its going to stay there. Plus, wet dog... I am sooo... allergic. It was freezing there. We just drove home with a big fail for the day except for the fact that we got out of town for the first time in a while.

January 22, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I am coming off COVID for the 3rd time and am carefully feeling my way back to normalcy. It is the strangest thing, sometimes when I get sick I can feel the moment infection begins. As has been in the past, very difficult to describe, as I was getting in the truck back on January 9th I felt like a sharp switch of illness turn on in the upper back of my sinus and thought, "that was strange, I hope I am not getting sick" because... the exact thing has happened before several times and I became sick. Sure enough as the day progressed it came on as I tried to keep the feelings of it at bay while taking care of myself in every way possible. Another strange thing happened after three nights of going into a severe uncontrollable cough. I began to feel concerned as cough medicine was useless. I woke up coughing in the middle of the night and the first thought in my head, "get the over-counter mucus medicine out of the black bag under the bed." Where did that thought come from? Do I have mucus medicine under the bed? I looked and there it was from the last time I had COVID. My friend Eric had purchased two packages for me by mistake a couple years ago. It helped tremendously!

January 21, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

Even through the sickness I have walked Mo everyday. With our living in one small room, my pup needs to get out. Yesterday I came across a guy I've known for years laying on the ground and looking extra bad. He smelled really bad so I stopped to talk and ask him when was the last time he ate and to say he really needed a bath. He had eaten for over a day so I asked what he wanted from 7/11. He said a 2 liter bottle of coke and two milky way bars. I was like... thats what you want to eat? He said, thats my diet. So I went and got him what he wanted. Today, before leaving I filled my coat and pants pockets with candy I had. As I gave out handfuls to everyone we came across (there are lots of homeless people on the streets everywhere) I was thinking how through the years my ability to give keeps getting smaller and smaller. Sometimes (rare) I can get something big going but the process has gone from full, overflowing truckloads of food several times a week to walking the streets with heavy backpacks of food to now... my pockets filled with whatever I have. It is what it is.

January 20, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I am staying aware not to let the idea of a Traveling Piano legacy, what will happen with the truck and all my work over the years after I die get in the way of what I am doing while I am alive. Fact is, there's a good possibility it will all just disappear for good. I've no one to pass it all to who will have an interest and work to keep it alive and growing, there is no reason. If I sold the idea to someone or a company the mission and purpose would most likely become diluted with a need for profit. If you are old enough, think about when a loving parent dies and what happens to the feelings and memories as the years go on. They dissipate big time unless you do actual work to keep them alive. Even key figures in history. We do not feel their past existence, we remember them objectively. Well now, I just thought about a movie... that can create ongoing feelings and emotion to keep alive an existence. Not sure I have it in me to pursue that. The Traveling Piano's existence is about feeling, intimacy and emotional relationship. Not sure what I am talking about here or what I am going for.

January 19, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

When I am lonely I often go to reading the news. What a bad idea that is! Really, I am trying my best not to go down the rabbit hole of doom in the world. I say to myself, "Do you want to see trump at the top of the news everyday for the rest of the year?" Thats like having cancer and focusing on how you are dying from it. Who recovers that way? I must turn away from all fascists and their supporters out to destroy democracy and the world whether they know it or not and focus on positive thoughts, fun, adventure, music, respect, friendship, everything worthwhile, helpful, inclusive and loving in the truth of spirit. Having lived life on both sides of the divisional fence here in the USA, I have learned you cannot have it both ways. There is a difference between staying aware and over indulging in awareness. I so much do not want to hate. That takes work not to do in todays world. Blessed are those with their heads in the sand... sometimes.

January 18, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

Yesterday I wrote about the Superbowl. Along the way with this journey, I also pursued taking the Traveling Piano to the western parts of China. I literally circled the manifestation of both the Superbowl and China several times over the last seventeen years. When I arrived in Las Vegas in 2017 I saw the actual potential of creating both which is partly why I settled down here. The China idea I pursued a little and the Superbowl... zero. That, even with possible connections as once before. Part of me wants to think, "what is wrong with you" and "you are doing what you always do, waiting and waiting to get going until it is too late." Several times I have talked about the realization I have learned during this journey that life is about the process not the result. That is true and the process has been worthwhile. It has been everything but still what has held me back from achieving the dreams, do I want to, are they nothing more than a catalyst for living my life, am i a failure? No, I am not a failure but damm!

January 17, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

The Superbowl will happen here in Las Vegas is less than a month. I am trying to stay honest with myself about it. The wildest dream ever in life happened on the night of my 1st day out with the Traveling Piano truck back in 1987. In the dream, I was streaking across the Superbowl field with the stadium full of people while wailing out with my Boogie Woogie piano playing. The dream came back to me in 2006 and I decided to pursue it with this journey. It was never a "goal" to achieve, more like a pursuit. If there ever was a goal, it has been to partner with someone to take the Traveling Piano to a new level as an entertainment/performance vehicle. I worked on that with Oprah for two years every day and... nothing. Dreams fade, come to reality, change... I cannot allow myself to become disappointed with myself. How much have I really wanted to really manifest the dream. Apparently I have not wanted it enough to make it happen... now.

January 16, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

This journey may be ending and I am not sure if I ever said that straightforward before. My motivation is dying away, the passion, the desire... of course I've not been feeding any of that so... but also it is not because I do, or do not want to feed my passions. It is just happening because I am tired. As life goes on and I get older (heading towards 70) I am constantly adjusting in every way as to what is a priority, what is most important for my life. The bottom line is... how can I best serve the world. That is what interests me most. Despair has been at my doorstep as I do less and less and feel less relevant but really... at the same time I know any feelings I have about being relevant are just my own and do not reflect the world at large. I've always enjoyed serving the world in a big way and having people see that. Nobody sees... small. Well, some people do but most do not. Then again I must remind myself... it has always been about one person to experience what I have to offer, I don't need millions. That has been repeated from the start.

January 15, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

It does not take much for me to feel comfortable material-wise with what I have in life. For sure I would like for the truck to be top notch once again and to have a better, bigger place to live. There are other things but Mo gives me about all the comfort I need in every way. My privacy is huge. Being able to cook my food as difficult as it is in my small space and also have a decent size fridge... major comfort. My morning coffee is important. My plants, crystals and rocks and candles I use everyday... even when on the road I had a few candles and crystals with me for any motel room. Somehow with having given away everything I owned, an old wallet case my dad used when he was a young man and a needlepoint pillow my mother made for me has managed to stay in my life! My computer and archived Traveling Piano data, a huge comfort. Lastly, I have a few little Christmas mementos that stay out year round. There is a real antique, red railroad lantern someone gave me decorated with Christmas, a small antique felt Pixie Elf that came to me like magic one year and a 8 light candolier I use on a dimmer switch like used to be in the windows of every place I've ever lived at Christmastime.

January 14, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I am always thinking. It is a must for me, for survival... constant self examination in order to keep clarity. My brain is dysfunctional so I must bypass it to run on spirit. But, I must use it to find and operate spirit. Keeping my brain on the correct brain waves is and has always been exhausting but worth it. My accomplishments in life although limited are the result of constant self analysis. Again, it is exhausting. I forget easily and quickly so one of my main mottos in life... remember to remember. For example, there are things I do to keep in the right head space. None of them come naturally I must think about doing them and then... do. I blog, talk my troubles and thoughts aloud to a friend or group, sleep enough, create music, spend time in nature, enjoy eating, laugh, keep my living space clean and orderly, take photos and process them to share, constantly extend myself to others in asking for support, constantly act in service for others, exercise, meditate in gratitude with humility... these days it all feels like everything is shutting down. As that happens I think how there is a difference between just giving up verses just having had enough verses just dying naturally.

January 13, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I've not been taking the Traveling Piano truck out to work with or have fun. The rationalization has been because it is not registered, needs repair once again and do not want it to break down and get stuck where I cannot get a tow. Parking is a problem with where I live so I tell myself that I am afraid to come back with nowhere to park. I am afraid that I will not have enough energy to play music or interact with people. As has always been... I am afraid I will look like an ass, an idiot with a piano on a truck on the street. I am afraid I won't have fun because I am so out of shape, he energy put out will wear me out for days, that people will perceive me as the truck looks... like a worn out old piece of shit and the piano and sound, meh. I realize how ridiculous all that is but, it is. So... I am afraid as always for sure and for any reason I can make up, so afraid as time goes on that I don't want to take it out, period. What I am most afraid of these days... the truck breaking down and the hassle I will have to go through to get it repaired again. I've often compared it to having to go to the hospital over and over and over for another operation. How many times can I do this? Why can I not do what is needed to make the needed improvements? Well, I just do what I can do. I am not in a good place. Being sick does not help.

January 12, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

With the feelings of wanting to seek revenge concerning the neighbor cat lady a few days ago, and my almost stealing two packages wrongly delivered to my door because I am so pissed off with FedX and Amazon with how they are doing business... I am realizing all that is just symptoms of the fact that I am heading towards becoming a bad person. The thoughts are there and very strong impulse in bad ways but through the Grace of God I have not acted on them. But still, self-examination is a strong... must! Action needs to be taken to get back on the right and good road in life. I realized it is happening from being too glued to the online news media. It is not only feeding me negative thoughts in life, it is actually heading me towards acting out as a negative person in action. I've said many times how the news is also just a distraction from my life in many ways. Dwelling on the news does not make me a socially caring person. It also is not the way to stay connected with the world and life. I must find better ways. Any news I need to know or that is important will come my way... I do not need to go looking for it or stay glued to it so I do not miss anything. Weening myself off the news is a practice I've been working with for years now.

January 11, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I secretly like being sick sometimes just like how I like the truck being broken so I cannot use it. It is a release from the pressure I put on my self to work, work, work. Having no control over my choices has never worked for my life. But, when I am sick or the truck is broken well, those are exceptions. That works. I say well, I have no choice but to do nothing, just do whatever I want, take care of myself, be careful with myself. A forced shutdown mode can relive a lot of guilt over doing nothing. There is an obligation, a fear of not doing concerning not posting on Facebook or Instagram everyday. Does anyone really care and need to see something everyday? Will they forget about me in a week? Will no one ever contribute again because they think I am done or not working enough? If I am sick enough... I just don't care. Nice feeling.

January 10, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I became very sick today, no ability to do anything. COVID

January 09, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I had to deal with a mentally ill, cat freak neighbor today. Almost always these are older single women, people are sick with narcism as they use an animal agenda for self serving worth. She feeds the neighborhood feral cats outside her apartment door and throws cat kibble loose into the parking lot. This is nothing new here and the cats when it is cold climb into car engines and mess with the wiring after people return home from work late at night. They also create scratches on cars as they jump on vehicle roofs to get a better view for possible food. Then there are the street roaches and rats the food attracts. Of course the rats feel safer as they know the cats are not hungry. So after parking last night, as I was getting out of the truck she was doing it right in front of me. She usually sneaks around after dark because she knows no one likes it. I called her out and she went off the rails. As she began to spin off her rocker I remembered how whacko and vindictive this women has been to other neighbors. I backed off and walked away but it was too late and I knew it. There was no damage control to be had because with mentally ill people, they have no rational.

When they are also smart and insidious... watch out. Today she garnered photos of Mo on the truck from online and called animal protective services to report his not being on a leash in public. She was out to hurt Mo's freedom in order to hurt me. They came to my door and began to take the sicko's side in giving me a notice while stating further laws I could be accused for if I argued. There is nothing worse than a person who uses something someone cares to attack them with. It is ultimate evil. Alas, that is the way with way too many unhappy, demented, damaged human beings. They want for someone like me to retaliate because it stimulates their life and wow, do I want to! But, having matured in life and I realize it will do no good. Restraint from creating bait for dysfunctional people has been a lifelong practice for me. If it was necessary in reality to create a consequence well, the only way to deal with people like this is to demolish them for good. That would be to create a fear or disappointment greater than they can deal with. I do not have the energy or desire to do that so I will simply bite the bullet and deal with her shit and nasty nature.

January 08, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

The rest of the Christmas and New Years stuff got back into storage today. That would be all the truck decorations and food storage containers used when out on the streets. We visited with friends a bit. Somehow I need to make more friends to hang out with so my mind is not so focused on the neediness of the few I have. Mo and I just laid low as it is too cold to go out and create music. It is below freezing at night. God help those living on the streets and... I can only do what I can do... which I do as much as I can and at least it is something... I tell myself. I lit a bunch of candles and watched a few movies. To feel good and nurture myself even if not in so healthy as in no walking exercise and not eating healthy, to feel ok is very important right now. If future opportunity is passing me by because I am not jumping on it... so be it.

January 07, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

We are having a winter here in Las Vegas with temperatures in the 30's by early morning. I am not complaining at all! Especially when considering the one hundred ten degree nights throughout the summer. But, those needing to live on the streets all around me... what a miserable life. Mo and I have just been hanging out doing whatever we want to do which is basically laying in bed together while I do Traveling Piano work on the computer and/or watch movies or a television show. Maybe the reason I am not driven to move forward is that if I partner with a situation I will no longer be able to call the shots on how I live my life, my days, how I pace myself. Obligation and expectations, I am not so sure I could live up to someone else's or a companies any more. For myself, always I will do what needs to be done but that is of my choosing. This, a major gift for my life. For example, getting up without an alarm on my own time in my own way for so many years... I will never take that for granted. And, everything I have accomplished is as a result. All of that shows the gratitude for being able to work in my own way, in my own time, how I need to do it.

January 06, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

I've not taken the Traveling Piano out in a while. The truck is not registered for the year because it has been having issues with passing the smog test and my repair guy keeps messing up with it. The trucks speedometer, horn, emergency lights are not working. Then there is my friend Eric who it feels like is ghosting me. He has not called me back and I need to get into his garage to put the Christmas supplies into storage as my room is to small to hold everything. It all has been sitting in the truck bed. Well, today I had enough of waiting. I still have a lot of marshmallows and hot chocolate. I went out and purchased some cups and just did a repeat of Christmas Eve, Day and week. I so much did not want to do it but it just needed to get done. Its the preparation and cleanup that is so difficult. But... I did it and it was a perfect day. Hot chocolate and marshmallows on a cold, cloudy and gloomy day for people living on the streets. It got dark which is super difficult for me now to work in but I just plowed through. The appreciation and respect that people on the streets give me, that drives me. Now, if I want to go out and create music, I will just carry what is left in the truck bed up to my bathtub until storage becomes available. I had over a hundred and twenty pounds of marshmellows! LOL

January 05, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

So... there is a new fundraising platform I am trying out. Check it out to see how good I am doing with it. Traveling Piano on Spotfund Also, I've begun to go through all the recorded music I have made through the years. I posted an improvised musical link on this website everyday from 2006 to 2017. It stopped when I switched keyboards and I just did not have the where-with-all to create a new way of recording and also, settling here in Las Vegas changed everything. The years are represented in links. A Gift of Music Daily I've removed links I do not think are usable for anything without an edit. This is taking quite a bit of time to do. I am up to 2010. When done, I'll need to go back and do a second purge to whittle everything down to the best of the best.

January 04, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

To think that the Traveling Piano would still going, "Bringing the Beat to the Street" and much, much more while entering its 38th year in 2024... this is mind boggling. The 1st 20 years with the Traveling Piano was fee based. It was presented as an entertainment vehicle for performance and entertainment. Now entering the 18th year as a community outreach vehicle with no fees, tips or commercial affiliation well... it all began as most of life has been for me. That would be, the doing of it all on my own. I paid my own way for the 1st 10 years solely with the money earned from the 1st twenty years. For the last eight years it has been through contribution and that has not been easy as you can see from how many people have been contributing through this fundraiser on Spotfund, eh? Lol... all that matters are those that do contribute. Through you and divine providence, the journey continues. Thank You! (the photo, from 1987) Please create a subscription on this website to help us continue. Contribution Page There are presently 22 subscribers per month, more than half are $10 or less.

January 03, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

In the beginning I always joked about what it would be like once I reached this time in the journey. One of the options was to just walk into the woods in Maine and keep walking with the moose until there is no more walking. Well, with that time here now at that decision point... the moose idea, not an option. Ugh. God will lead me at this time as always... that trust is very powerful. There is still more to offer life and as much as I do not feel like I have the ability for effort or want it... I have no choice when push comes to shove. It is just a matter of how much pushing and shoving is to be had until I get off my ass and do what it necessary. My computer is working less and less in todays world. My browser can no longer be updated and less and less links from the internet work everyday. I am being forced to use my phone for example to pay my truck insurance today. I held out as long as I could. The Traveling Piano trucks registration ran out because it will not pass the required smog test and I need to get the repair for that. The truck cluster which is the dashboard has stopped working so I have no speedometer when driving. What am I to expect? 2024 marks the beginning of the 38th year with a piano full in the back of this same truck! The first 20 as a money making entertainment vehicle and for the last 18 as a community outreach vehicle... out of money.

January 02, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

It is pretty phenomenal that I have this website already updated for 2024 and its not because I wanted to do it. Something is driving me forward in-spite of myself. While sifting through the year from last January to choose thumbnails photos for the 2023 index page link, my thoughts we're in a constant wow... that happened just this past year, all that? While I sit in my brain feeling slower than ever and thinking I am doing less than ever... well, that is just not true. There we're eventful moments last year as there are every year. The only thing different is that I no longer look forward to eventful moments. The juice has drained from this Traveling Piano journey and I am not so sure it can be replenished. But, that is ok right? Everything has its end and everything is happening as it should in the right timeline. Still, as life takes its drain on me... what a fucking pain in the ass it is to adjust to! But life has always been a pain in the ass one way or another. At least its not the same pain all the time and changes, eh?

January 01, 2024

Las Vegas, Nevada

The most beautiful aspect of entering the year 2024 is that it has happened with Mo in my life. He is the dog, the companion of my dreams and in my dreams since age five. His having almost passed in November of 2023, I feel so blessed he is with me now. When I was young even as recent as twenty years ago I could not fathom being alive in the year 2024 myself. Somewhere in that time period, the looking towards future years faded away. Probably as I now live more in the moment. Maybe looking to the year twenty thirty would be a helpful projection to stay interested in life but really, I cannot see living through the year twenty 2024. There is little chance Mo will make it. There is little chance this Traveling Piano journey, The Flight of Peregrinating Musical Exploration will make through the year unless something happens to support it which would significantly change it in some way. Anyway, here we are one day at a time in a life dream full of... life!