The Beloved + Dave

Intro to Drunken Solider — Grace’s favorite song

Dave Matthews Band at Shoreline from @lycia_m on Vimeo.

The little girl in front of us was filming the intro to the encore when her iPhone ran out of storage space! I quickly handed her mother my iPhone so they could continue recording the rest of the song.

If you were to imagine that I am a woman warrior — a soldier — then at times, I’m a drunken one. This song lifts me up…

While Dave’s daughter’s name is Grace, so is the little girl who filmed the encore in front of us. It was her, and my husband’s, first Dave Matthews Band show.

“Thank you for offering Grace the chance to record with your phone. She is very shy, but observant.

She surprised me after we spoke with you saying, “MOM! Did you see her phone?! That was not an iPhone 5!” Said with much conviction for an 11 year old. I said, “Honey, I’m sure it was… But it does look like she may have been running iOS 7.” Says Grace, “Mom! Did you see that it had…”(describing features I did not notice). Me, mildly dismissing this talk, “honey, there are no other iPhones out, so how could it have been different?” Then she says with emphasis, “MoooooM, she WORKS for Apple!” “How do you know?” I say. “Didn’t you see her jacket? It had an Apple on it. She works for Apple!!!”

And then I stopped by your blog and indeed she was right. Very cool. Kids are so uncluttered in their thinking and infatuated with technology.

Thank you for the kind words about being good at something and continuing on with it. She heard you and listened. I’m always trying to give her positive affirmations about any passions she has.” — Grace’s mother

It’s moment like that one which keep me going when you start to feel tired or worn out from long hectic days where there seems to be no thanks at the end of the day. This blog is something that was once for me, and I used it as you use Google to find information. Once, a long long time ago I was a blogger before blogging was invented — but that blog is gone. Lost before the Internet had such a thing as and cached pages. I stopped blogging due to peer pressure and fear of judgment. I found that it’s time to tell my stories. I’m working up the courage, testing out my voice, learning to setup a content management system with the finest social media networking process known. Why bother telling stories that no one will hear? When SpunkyGidget lost her anonymity she lost her personality, character, and soon enough her voice. Finally, it was at Burning Man (2010) that I realized that I’d lost myself. SpunkyGidget wasn’t much of anything interesting anymore, and neither was I.

It’s time to shine my light while I’ve got one.

You have no idea the stories I’m dying to tell you.

Hope you’ll bear with me as I learn to blog again, like it’s 1997.

Drunken Soldier — Dave Matthews Band

Keep your head up
Try and listen to your heart
Be kind always, no matter
We all grow up
And someday well say goodbye
So shine your light while you got one

Make the most of what you’ve got
Don’t waste time being trying to be something you’re not
Fill up your head and fill up you heart and take your shot
Don’t waste time trying to be something you’re not

Once round just once so take your shot
Don’t waste time trying to be something you’re not
Fill up your head and fill up your heart cause that all we got
Don’t waste time trying to be something you’re not

Through your window
That’s one way to see the world
Step outside and look back into
Look and listen
And you decide what to believe
Shine your light while you got one

And make the most of what you got
Don’t waste time trying to be something you’re not
Fill up your head and fill up your heart and take your shot
Don’t waste time trying to be someone you’re not

That’s not a star that’s a satellite
Step it out
Step it out

That’s not a star that’s a satellite



“Addicted to Alien Gods” and Stepping to the Labor Day Vampire Weekend

“A long time ago you broke out of the harness.
You shook off all restraints.
You said, ‘I will not serve!’
and off you went,
Visiting every sex-and-religion shrine on the way,
like a common whore.

You were a select vine when I planted you
from completely reliable stock.
And look how you’ve turned out—
a tangle of rancid growth, a poor excuse for a vine.
Scrub, using the strongest soaps.
Scour your skin raw.”

“How dare you tell me, ‘I’m not stained by sin.
I’ve never chased after the Baal sex gods’!
Well, look at the tracks you’ve left behind in the valley.

How do you account for what is written in the desert dust—
Tracks of a camel in heat, running this way and that,
tracks of a wild donkey in rut,
Sniffing the wind for the slightest scent of sex.
Who could possibly corral her!

On the hunt for sex, sex, and more sex—
insatiable, indiscriminate, promiscuous.

“Slow down. Take a deep breath. What’s the hurry?
Why wear yourself out? Just what are you after anyway?

But you say, ‘I can’t help it. I’m addicted to alien gods. I can’t quit.’

Every time I see you in the wold, you always step to my girl.

“Wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth
Age is an honor – it’s still not the truth

We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl

Maybe she’s gone and I can’t resurrect her
The truth is she doesn’t need me to protect her

We know the true death, the true way of all flesh
Everyone’s dying, but girl—you’re not old yet”

If Diane Young won’t change your mind…