1. Beach Bunnies
2. Birthday Book
3. Caring for a Koko
4. Gourmet Pearl Recipes
5. Koko Biography
6. Sandsworm Book
7. Scarab Desert Survival Handbook
8. The Spirit of Giving
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten:
None
1. - Jack Pommekin
Memoirs of a traveling musician.
Bonjour come in out of the weather and rest your weary bones by the fire. Ol' Creole can tell you're a fellow traveler just by the saunter in your step. I myself have traveled enough to encompass the globe as we know it seven times. There is something about moving to a new place that rejuvenates the soul. New people, places, and delicacies to take in and explore every few weeks. It is almost enough to mask ourselves from the problems that seem to follow us.
( While you sit cozy by the fireplace Creole opens a medium sized black box that is sitting on a near by coffee table. A shiny golden trumpet emerges from the box and Creole places it to his lips. For a few long minuets Creole seems to go into a trance as he plays a brassy Blues song.)
Sorry seems I have let my music carry me away again, but so is my life. Me and my trumpet travel from place to place following the Revelry. At each nights end as festivities are winding down I'll find me a lamp post to play my music underneath. The beat comes slow at first hanging heavy in the evening wind, but as my soul takes flight in the pale moonlight I'll play you it's song. An unfamiliar tune that weaves it's story in your head with no lyrics needed. I put my lips to my trumpet and breath my life into these songs letting my emotions free. Free to wash over you and take you down deep into the ocean that is Blues.
I tell you that every alley comes alive with street performers when the Revelry is in town. Ol' Creole has been all around the world and nothing compares to the Revelry. The Revelry seems to fill the air with electricity. People cover their faces with masks and are able to masquerade as someone else. Raw creativity gives birth to a new persona willing to take chances one would never think about otherwise. That's what I love about the Revelry. The chance to live as someone else if only for a while.
Please don't get the wrong idea though. I wouldn't change anything about myself down to my loose stitching. All the things I have seen and experienced are my own even though some of the finer details are lost to time like so many pieces of my stuffing. I have even pierced myself as a reminder of the great losses and failures I have endured. After I pass each proverbial bump in the road I grind it down and add it to the blend of my music. That's in part what makes my music uniquely me.
Now before you up and grow roots here hurry back to your travels. May the horizon always bring you new roads and opportunities, and your sunset be full of happy memories.
Pet Comments
Centaurus says Thanks so much! Im very fond of it too!